In the hospital room, Qin Miaomiao was sipping on the red sugar water bit by bit, the sweetness making her scrunch up her face. Little seventh stood respectfully nearby, his complexion... somewhat pale.
"What's wrong, Little seventh?"
Little seventh was on the verge of tears: "Young Madam, does this count as reporting false information?"
Qin Miaomiao thought for a moment: "It probably doesn't count. You're so young, how could you be expected to understand things like this? Besides, this is all just a misunderstanding."
Though the commotion stirred up had gotten a bit out of hand, Ninth Uncle and Lu Qing were just outside the hospital room; hopefully, they weren't about to start fighting.
"But, Miss, because of this incident, Mr. Jiu broke her hand."
Qin Miaomiao's gaze turned cold, and she let out a sneer: "If I really were pregnant, and she pushed me with such force, it could've genuinely caused a miscarriage. Her intentions are far from pure."
