"Do your worst," Mo Qiang waved her hand at Chen Han who was screaming at her. She was not even the slightest bit bothered by the amount of threats that Chen Han was throwing her way.
Chen Han looked at Mo Qiang who was walking out of her ward without the slightest bit of concern and trembled in anger. What was this? She had so many things and yet Mo Qiang was not scared at all? Was she not scared that she would relay her true identity to the rest of the world?
"She—how dare she!" Chen Han furiously raged as she picked up the only thing she could throw, which was the pillow behind her back and hurled it at the door just as it swiped close.
Breathing furiously, she snarled angrily, "Does she think she is a big shot just because she has gotten a few flashy skills?" Though Chen Han said those words, she was slight —no, more than worried.
