Xu Qiaoqiao held the thermos, still thinking while fetching water.
She had long known that her mother, when she was young, had a very fiery personality, and now she seemed so gentle and quiet, but it was only because she had been mad for over twenty years and it had become a habit.
But her mother was now mentally better, so all that gentleness was surely just a façade, and getting past her father would be tough!
Thinking this, she couldn't help but curl her lips into a smile.
After gathering the hot water, she was heading back with the thermos when she saw Xu Ruohua standing at the entrance of the ward, watching her.
She still stood there so gently, but the look in her eyes as she gazed at Xu Qiaoqiao made her feel a bit chill down her spine.
Even though Ye Qijun always seemed so domineering on the outside, always making things difficult for her.
But to be honest, Xu Qiaoqiao was not afraid of Ye Qijun at all; she even felt she could roll up her sleeves and fight him.
