Ning Xuexi was as frantic as an ant on a hot pan.
People, when not involved in conflicts of interest, can be very good friends.
But once entangled in profit, they can turn on each other at any moment.
This is an iron law, no matter where you are.
At this point, Qiao Xi was already lying in the hospital.
Qiao Xi looked terribly injured, although her body wasn't really harmed except for a cut on her forehead that was bleeding.
Plus, her face had just recovered, and now it had been slapped again, looking even worse than before.
So, the person lying on the hospital bed was a pitiable beauty, exceptionally summoning sympathy.
"Is the set's feng shui off?" Bei Bei leaned on Qiao Xi's bed and sniffed, "Sister Xi, how are you feeling now?"
Qiao Xi gave her a smile, "I'm fine."
