The First People's Republic Hospital in the capital.
Ning Xueluo lay comfortably in the hospital bed, a glass of red wine in one hand as she browsed Weibo with the other. Seeing how Ning Xi was being cursed at online, she had never been happier.
As Cui Caijing massaged her calf, she said in a flattering tone, "Sister Xueluo, your legs are amazing, so long and straight!"
Actually, they looked only a little better than that of the average person. Every year, she spent millions on maintenance and plastic surgery, how couldn’t it look better than legs belonging to the average person?
Ning Xueluo liked these types of compliments, and said in a pleased tone, "I was born this way."
Chang Li nearby felt a little uneasy for some reason, and said in a worried tone, "Xueluo, do you think it’s possible that the reason Ning Xi hasn’t shown up in so long is because she’s thinking up ways to get back at us?"
