Jian Qing's gaze shifted, looking at her.
The icy chill that enveloped her made Song Xirou hold her breath, for a moment, she felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave.
Subconsciously avoiding his icy gaze, she fought to maintain her composure. "Jian Qing, the building is surrounded by reporters. I don't want to be hounded by the press while recovering, so if possible, let's work together."
Ha!
A wave of contempt deepened in Jian Qing's eyes when she looked at Song Xirou. "Collaborate with me? Do you think you're qualified?"
"Jian Qing, what do you mean by that? I've been nothing but submissive and yet, you still find every reason to find fault with me. Why?" Even at this point, Song Xirou kept her act of looking weak and pitiful up.
"Don't forget, the news now is all about Quan Jingwu committing a hit and run, I'm the victim here."
Jian Qing moved towards her, with each step she took, the tension in Song Xirou's spine increased.
Finally, Jian Qing stopped in front of her.
