While having lunch, she glanced at Xia Lin and couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.
Xia Lin felt prickling on his scalp from her stare, picked up his cup, and tried to cover up, "Miss Qiao, what's wrong?"
"Xia Lin, are you keeping something from me?"
No, the answer came quickly.
Is that so?
Qiao An narrowed her eyes with a light chuckle, "If there's nothing, then there's nothing. Why so nervous? You've even spilled your water."
Xia Lin looked down and saw that indeed, a few drops of water had spilled from the cup onto his shirt.
He put down the cup somewhat awkwardly.
Qiao An reached out her hand, "Give me your cell phone."
"Does Miss Qiao need to make a call?"
"Yes."
Imperial Hospital.
In the hospital room, the atmosphere had become tense and standoffish.
Lu Meng insisted on taking Little Nuomi away, Song Yunchi was beaten and bruised, yet he insisted on staying in the room to watch the drama unfold.
