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Not interested in Lin Miaoyu's affairs, but going out of his way to care about her health?
This setting doesn't fit with Pei Chenyang's character. Was he hexed before he came here?
Has the sky rained red, or is this a sly weasel wishing the chicken a happy new year—no good intentions?
It was precisely because of the abnormality that Zhao Mengmeng's gaze became even more guarded.
"What instructions do you have?" Meeting Pei Chenyang's gaze, Zhao Mengmeng asked displeasedly.
"Are you planning to be discharged from the hospital now?"
Pei Chenyang's brow furrowed tightly, he struggled to suppress his anger, his tone somewhat distorted.
"Did you come specially to ask this?" Zhao Mengmeng clicked her tongue a few times. Pei Chenyang really might have been hexed earlier?
With Lin Miaoyu's skills, she wouldn't demean her further, would she?
Weird, very weird.
"Not allowed," Pei Chenyang said expressionlessly.
