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Meng Jiahe was numb all over when she stumbled and rolled down the stairs early in the morning.
Lately, she couldn't help but feel that she was in a period of misfortune, as one bad thing after another kept happening.
As Sang Qiao had his driver take her to the hospital, her leg hurt so much that cold sweat broke out on her forehead, and she even felt a bit desperate.
"We'll be there soon, just hang in there," Sang Qiao could only comfort her.
"…Okay," Meng Jiahe gritted her teeth in response.
When they arrived at the hospital entrance, a nurse brought over a bed, gently moved her onto it, and pushed her upstairs for imaging and the like.
Sang Qingran walked out from inside, caught a glance of Sang Qiao sitting on a bench, and couldn't help but scoff mockingly.
"You really are consistent in playing your schemes, not hesitating to let someone get hurt just to parade them in front of me for your purposes. How disgusting."
