Li Mengjie whispered into Ling Xuejiu's ear after hearing this, "The Cold Bodyguard must have refused because of that beautiful nurse in the hospital, don't you think I'm right?"
Ling Xuejiu glared at her and said, "So what if it's true? And what if it's not? Your mind is too impure, always thinking about things in a crooked way."
"Wow!" Li Mengjie exclaimed with wide eyes and an incredulous expression, "Our Miss has actually started to speak up for the Cold Bodyguard. Could this mean that my position as the second room is about to be secured?"
"You little devil." Ling Xuejiu's face reddened as she secretly pinched Li Mengjie's thigh, venting her own shame and anger.
In pain, Li Mengjie begged for mercy, "I was wrong, truly wrong, please let me go, Xue Jiu, it hurts to death. If you pinch it bad, and my future husband finds my thigh imperfect and loses interest, then you'll definitely owe me compensation."
