"What are you doing? Zhiyue kindly treated your husband, how could you push her?" Lin Tianya squatted down to support Jing Zhimei, seeing the slender Silver Needle pierce into Jing Zhimei's hand, which bled a little. Lin Tianya felt this person was really excessive, no good deed goes unpunished.
"Zhiyue, don't bother with her!" Lin Tianya said to Jing Zhimei.
"Leave it? Because of her, my husband is like this, and if anything happens to him, I won't let you all off the hook," the woman said somewhat hysterically.
Jing Zhimei looked at the woman, her delicate and beautiful face slightly furrowed, "Madam, I kindly helped you, and yet you act this way, it seems I've done a good turn for nothing."
Jing Zhimei's tone carried a hint of grievance, her lovely appearance eliciting sympathy from many men.
"Madam, you are wrong here, it's not Miss Jing's fault that your husband didn't get better, how can you act like this?"
