Xia Bing had just arrived, holding the chicken soup her mother had made for Qiao Lianhua. Although she was extremely unwilling at heart, she still put on an eager smile, "Lianhua, are you feeling any better today?"
Little did she know that before her words could even settle, a bowl shattered at her feet. Xia Bing, startled, almost dropped the chicken soup and couldn't help but get annoyed, "What's the matter with you? Why take your anger out on me?"
Qiao Lianhua gritted her teeth, "Not take it out on you? Do you really think I'm deaf and didn't hear what people are saying outside?"
