Xia Weiyi gave the old lady a faint glance, then settled her to one side. Her expression so indifferent, her face pale, seemingly a bit weak, she didn't say anything but her eyes shifted twice before she stretched out her hand to pick up the old lady's walking stick.
Xu Ziqing was so frightened that she flinched and took a step back. Although Xia Weiyi didn't lose control of her emotions as Xu Ziqing had imagined, possibly due to a guilty conscience, even the cold aura that Xia Weiyi radiated when silent was a bit too much for Xu Ziqing to withstand.
Xia Weiyi stared expressionlessly at Xu Ziqing, her eyes that had recently cried in a corner now appeared even more lustrous, but clearly reflected an undeniable sharpness.
Xu Ziqing thought that this was a hospital after all, and since Xia Weiyi had just had a miscarriage, her body mustn't be strong. Thus, she mustered up her demeanor and spoke with scornful irony first, tilting her head arrogantly.
