In the hospital room, Qin Shumei, who was half-kneeling before Su Qing's sickbed, grasping her hand and crying, was startled into a violent shudder by the sound of the door being kicked open.
Turning her head, she saw Qin Zheng bursting in angrily, and her heart skipped a beat.
She stood up abruptly, her face turning pale, and called out uneasily, "Ah Zheng."
"What exactly did you do at Wanwan's place yesterday?"
Qin Zheng, enveloped in a storm, came up to her and questioned sharply.
Qin Shumei shivered with fright, and after her gaze flickered a few times, she retorted, "Ah Zheng, what do you mean by that? Could it be that Wanwan told you some nonsense? I went to Wanwan's place yesterday because I missed you and wanted to make a meal for you to eat."
"Is that so?"
Qin Zheng's gaze swept over Su Qing on the sickbed with icy scrutiny.
"Then what's with her? Why did Su Zhicheng say that she got into trouble after eating at Wanwan's place?"
