Watching Li Mi leave, Shen Suhua couldn't help but comment, "Mi Mi is really a good girl, Shi Qin, what do you think?"
These words reached Li Mi's ears, and the corners of her mouth lifted into a faint curve.
The anger that had been hidden in her heart instantly dissipated by a large margin.
Song Shiqin, caught off guard by Shen Suhua's sudden inquiry, responded politely, "Quite good."
His voice was very deep, a truly charming timbre.
Each word settled into Li Mi's heart.
This man, Song Shiqin, she had set her sights on him!
Chu Jin, holding a dagger, slowly made her way to the side of the bed and sat down, placing her hand on Wen Ziyao's pulse and gently closing her eyes.
She was channeling a continuous stream of Spiritual Power into Wen Ziyao's meridians.
Thin beads of sweat quickly appeared on the tip of her nose.
To outsiders, she appeared to be merely taking the pulse.
Nearly every pair of eyes was fixated on her.
