Her feet in oversized hospital slippers and her right hand tied in a cloth sling against her chest, she truly felt wretched at this point, unattractive, like a clown.
What could she do about it even if her older brother had played her?
Ah, each of the Di Family's three sons were exceptional, each a brilliant and talented young man, all leading figures in their respective fields.
Compared to such an outstanding family, she felt incredibly mediocre!
She hated this feeling of inferiority that weighed heavily on her heart!
Mingzhe was seated in the car. When the vehicle arrived at the entrance of the small hospital, he instinctively turned his head to look outside.
There he saw the slender figure of Xiaxia, looking rather foolish as she stood at the entrance of the hospital corridor.
Her eyes were downcast, seemingly in a state of desolation.
How did she get out?
"Stop the car," Mingzhe ordered. His always calm and steady voice was tinged with urgency.
The car stopped.
