Mrs. Qin glanced at her son's expression and let out a cold snort, "If you won't hit him, then Jiajia will stay. She rushed here as soon as she heard you were injured this morning and hasn't even had a sip of water since. Aren't you touched?"
She had looked into Liu Xiaoxiao's background. Her family from City B was far too ordinary; her mother ran a fruit store, and her father managed a small car service.
Such a daughter-in-law would never be accepted by the Qin Family.
In her eyes, the only suitable bride was Wang Xijia, with a good background, gentle and generous, and not bad looking.
The most important thing was that she had watched this child grow up from a young age and knew her through and through.
"Mom, I'm still a patient here. Can you just let me be and quietly recover? I really don't need anyone to stay," Qin Tingjie said.
