Jiang Muwan's words "You are not Jiang Lin" to Jiang Wei had already gone beyond a mere sting; they carried too much irony.
The irony lay in the fact that, even with her abilities, she was still overshadowed by Jiang Lin, mocking her for making wedding clothes for Huazhong.
Jiang Wei's hand, which had been frozen in midair, moved abruptly as she fastened her seatbelt and lightly huffed, "Do you really have to say such unpleasant things?"
Lying on the hospital bed with an unchanged expression and undisturbed demeanor, Jiang Muwan replied, "I'm telling the truth, auntie is not Jiang Lin."
"This 'truth' of yours isn't necessarily pleasant to hear," Jiang Wei reached out to activate the speakerphone, set the phone on the control panel, and started the car, ready to leave.
The passenger-side window was knocked, and glancing sideways, she saw Wan Kai standing by the window.
Jiang Wei pressed the button to lower the window and said with a light smile, "Mr. Wan, what a coincidence."
