In the next few days, Murong Qiao would often accompany Zheng Yue when she was free.
"I'll definitely return this money to you in the future." Zheng Yue said.
The more sincere her words were, the more they were against her will.
In any case, she had no intention of returning the money from the beginning.
She only said that now because she wanted Murong Qiao to continue spending money on her. After all, she could only rely on Murong Qiao now.
Murong Qiao waved her hand. "It's fine."
She carried the lunch bag and placed it on the cabinet beside Zheng Yue's bed. Then, she found a chair and sat down.
"I heard from the nurse that you're in a good mood today." Murong Qiao chuckled.
Zheng Yue's condition had improved a lot in the past two days, and her body had gradually started to recover. She could even walk slowly on the ground normally.
Zheng Yue pursed her lips and smiled. "I just managed to think it through."
