Only Zhang Yang was a sociable person. Even if he was cold to her, he would at least reply to her. Recently, Qin Si and Bo Jingxing had not even replied to her messages.
Jiang Xianrou was gloomy after sending Zhang Yang a WeChat message. The driver had already driven the car away from Qing University.
She looked out of the window at the speeding scenery and felt depressed.
Her grip on the phone tightened again.
Fortunately, she felt slightly better when she thought about how Madam Zhu had said that Qiao Nian had broken her hand and couldn't participate in the finals.
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On the other side, in the emergency department of Beijing First Hospital.
A few doctors were gathered together, stitching up Qiao Nian's wound.
The small treatment room was full of people.
Old Master Ye, Wen Ruxia, Ye Lan, Yuan Yongqin, and the others had all arrived. They all kept quiet and tried their best to reduce their presence so that they wouldn't affect the doctor from suturing Qiao Nian.
