"Who are you looking down on!" Wen Qiao sprang up from the bed, making a move as if to fight with Huo Mutian.
The hospital bed shook violently with Wen Qiao's movement, scaring Jinghen, who immediately wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly: "Alright, alright, just ignore him. The more you pay attention to him, the more he acts up."
Seeing this, Huo Mutian promptly took a step back, tossed out a "take care of yourself," and shut the hospital door, escaping swiftly.
Wen Qiao, held in Jinghen's arms, could only futilely kick her legs in annoyance.
If she could start over again, she definitely wouldn't want to know this troublesome person, Huo Mutian.
Wen Qiao patted the hand around her waist, signaling Jinghen to release her, then plopped heavily onto the bed.
Looking at the furiously flustered girl, Jinghen amusingly smoothed her hair: "He just said one thing, it's not a big deal, why are you so mad."
"Not even one word, not even half a word."
