Bai Zhuzhu bit her lip, desperately holding back the smile at the corner of her mouth, and feigned an exaggerated cry, "Sister Zhiwei, how could you do this?"
She somberly propped up her head, "Please don't pressure Brother Lin like this, okay? He has good intentions, and you doing this could really harm Miss Xu."
Cheng Zhiwei's shoulder hurt, her hand also hurt, but she had no one to rely on and had to bear it alone. She tried to speak, but as her mouth opened, a taste of blood surged forth.
She knew she couldn't talk anymore.
But if she left now, what would become of Xu Tian?
In a flash of inspiration, she suddenly remembered the card Bai Zhuzhu had hidden away.
Almost immediately, she took a few steps to the bed, reached to lift the quilt, and grabbed the card—this could at least prove Bai Zhuzhu wasn't as kind as Zhou Lin thought.
At least, it was a chance.
