Everyone opened their eyes and saw a 1.9-meter tall man lying on the ground in a strange posture. His head was facing Song Jiaren.
Song Jiaren said with a smile, "We're not familiar with each other either. There's no need to be so courteous when we meet."
Another person in the crowd accidentally laughed out loud, and was followed by a series of laughter.
The burly man on the ground had an ugly expression. He struggled to get up but was unable to move.
Song Jiaren squatted down and whispered into his ear, "Do you feel like you can't move anymore?"
The man gritted his teeth. "What did you do to me?"
"Ha, do you like to bully people? If you can't stand up again in the future, who knows how many people will like to bully you? You can only lie on the ground like a pile of mush, and anyone can step on you."
Her voice was like that of a demon from hell in his ears. The burly man's body trembled slightly as cold sweat dripped down his face.
Seeing him like this, Song Jiaren reached out and gently rubbed the back of his neck. A silver needle returned to her hand. She turned around and gently supported Wang Yifan. "Yifan, I'll send you back."
Wang Yifan nodded obediently and followed beside her.
The people in the corridor all made way for them. A girl actually made a strong man lie on the ground and shiver. Their eyes were filled with reverence.
Outside the crowd, Song Chuyan, who still had a cooling tape on his head, was looking at them. This was the first time he realized that Song Jiaren had such a side to her. He even wanted to clap for her just now. She was really too cool.
But seeing her supporting the other boy with such a gentle smile on her face, he felt a little indignant.
She had never been so gentle to him.
And that boy even called her sister!
He stopped them and looked up. "Sister, who is he?"
Song Jiaren and Wang Yifan looked up at him at the same time. Of course, Wang Yifan couldn't see them, but he could discern the intimacy in his voice. Was he the younger brother of Song Jiaren?
This thought made his face turn pale. He could not help but grab her sleeve tightly.
Song Jiaren looked at him strangely and asked, "Why aren't you resting in the ward? What are you doing here?"
Song Chuyan moved his lips but did not make a sound. He could not say that she had not returned, and he was afraid that she had left, so he came out to take a look. How could he say such things?
"Why do you care if I come out here?" he said.
Song Jiaren's expression turned cold. She decided to ignore him and led Wang Yifan forward.
Song Chuyan felt a little regretful as soon as he said that. Seeing that she ignored him, he immediately said angrily, "Your biological brother is sick, yet you still have the mood to care about an outsider."
Song Jiaren frowned and turned around. "Aren't you fine?"
Song Chuyan found her words familiar. In the blink of an eye, Song Jiaren had already left. He angrily tore the tape off his head and stormed back to the ward. When he returned, he saw Song Yoyo standing at the door.
He didn't say anything, because he suddenly remembered why those words sounded so familiar. Last time, when Song Jiaren fainted, he had sent Song Yoyo to the hospital first and said the same thing to her. When he thought of that, the anger in his heart suddenly disappeared.
He scratched his head dispiritedly and cursed, "F*ck!"
Song Youyou heard him and smiled. "Chuyan, I only realized that I've neglected you after you left yesterday. I went to find you today, but the nanny said that you were sick, so I came to see you."
Song Chuyan was exceptionally tolerant of her. He endured the frustration in his heart and said, "I'm fine."
Song Youyou helped him back to the ward and asked him to lie down. She said casually, "You're sick. Why didn't anyone come to see you?"
Song Chuyan wanted to say that Song Jiaren was here, but when he thought of how she was taking care of someone else, he shut his mouth.
Song Youyou kept saying something, but Song Chuyan was distracted. He kept thinking of that bad-tempered Song Jiaren.
Song Youyou noticed that he was distracted and her eyes flickered. She remembered what her father said and accidentally cut her finger with the apple she was peeling.
"Hiss!"