The caretaker had made several phone calls in a row, all of them urgently urging He Xing to hurry to the hospital, claiming Xia Ning was completely uncooperative with the doctors.
Eventually, He Xing gave up, "Xiaohan, I need to go to the hospital first. I'll come back to see you later."
Fu Han snorted coldly, still ignoring him.
Bai Wei rushed to the peephole, and sure enough, she saw that He Xing had left, cursing angrily, "Are all these men blind or what? Can't they tell the difference between a good woman and a scheming bitch?"
Fu Han still obediently lay on the sofa, waiting for Bai Wei to apply the ointment: "If they could tell a scheming bitch apart, do you think I would have ended up calling off the engagement?"
"That's true," Bai Wei said bluntly, "My mom used to say that you were really lucky to be with He Xing; you wouldn't really call off an engagement."
Fu Han's body stiffened, but the next second she was back to normal.
