"What do you want?" Su Yu said dismissively. She tucked Lin Qingqing's arm, gesturing her not to act rashly—they still didn't know the purpose of her visit.
Chu Yaoyao grinned. "I heard you were in an accident, so I'm visiting you. It looks like you're speaking fine. Phew, what a relief."
"You? Relief?" Lin Qingqing rolled up her sleeves. "Cut the crap. Nothing good ever come out of you."
A b*tch would always be a b*tch, and Chu Yaoyao was the b*tchiest of them all. Lin Qingqing stood in front of the bed protectively, and her eyes full of hostility. It was to prevent the intruder from coming any closer.
Yet, without any hint of uneasiness, Chu Yaoyao bent down, relaxed, to place the fruit basket on the ground. "Here's a little something from Yunian and me since we're getting married shortly. Get well soon," she lowered her head and let out a faint smile.
