In Zhao Mengmeng's hospital room, there had been quiet all morning, but this state did not last into the evening.
Just as she awoke from her nap, an uninvited Lin Miaoyu had appeared in the room.
She was sitting on the small sofa opposite the hospital bed, gazing thoughtfully out the window.
Zhao Mengmeng's good mood instantly vanished upon seeing Lin Miaoyu.
What the hell, how could she wake up from sleep and still have to see Lin Miaoyu?
"Lin Miaoyu, who allowed you to be here?" Zhao Mengmeng asked, her face cold, enunciating each word.
If Pei Chenyang was sitting opposite her, Zhao Mengmeng swore she would have thrown a cup at him.
"You're awake?" Lin Miaoyu was taken aback, meeting Zhao Mengmeng's icy glare.
She didn't bother to disguise her dislike for Lin Miaoyu.
Her attitude was even more brazen than Lin Miaoyu's.
Lin Miaoyu frowned deeply and stood up to walk over.
