Meng Qiancheng didn't really like Xu Tian; she always dressed flamboyantly and provocatively, flaunting her pale legs even though it was already autumn. In Meng Qiancheng's eyes, such a woman must lead a very colorful romantic life.
That's why he asked unpleasantly, "What are you doing here?"
Xu Tian stood protectively in front of Cheng Zhiwei's hospital bed, her words sharp as a knife, "Zhiwei has gone through something terrible; it's time for her to rest. And here you are, rubbing salt into her wounds. Are you freaking stupid?"
"You..."
"What about me? Can't you wait until she feels better to talk? Do you have to pressure her now? Do you want to send her into depression? Get out; you're not welcome here."
"Xu Tian, don't spout nonsense. I'm concerned about her."
