Su Yin pinched the bridge of her nose, "Let him wait, I'll go over once I've finished my infusion."
Qi Jincheng had arrived just as she'd finished a small bottle.
Four bottles a day, still three and a half to go.
"Okay."
Guo Ran couldn't say much.
Because as of now, that was the only thing to do.
Su Yin even sped up the rate of the infusion.
Qi Jincheng's cold voice came crashing from the opposite side, "Do you think those people online aren't cursing you harshly enough?"
Hospitalized from a car accident and still running around!
If this isn't asking for curses, what is?
Su Yin curled her lip unhappily.
The next second, she chuckled and said, "Why would I be cursed, if not because of you?"
In her past life, she was at the peak of being love-struck, and in the end, her eight-month-old baby died tragically in her womb, and she died filled with resentment. If it weren't for heaven taking pity on her and giving her another chance...
