"I'm not angry with my sister, you should go in quickly." After all, Han Siyu is Han Xi's elder sister; how could she really be angry with her?
Han Siyu tightened her grip on Han Xi's hand, "That's good, I'm relieved you're not angry."
Watching Han Xi get on the elevator, Han Siyu returned to the ward and picked up a bowl from the table, scooping some soup and bringing it to Li Chenghao's lips, "Drink more soup; it will help your recovery."
Li Chenghao let out a cold laugh, the chill in his gaze towards Han Siyu was bone-chilling, "You staying here only makes me feel disgusted and hateful; please leave immediately."
All of Li Chenghao's patience vanished in the instant Han Siyu stabbed him with a knife.
Han Siyu smiled lightly, indifferent, with her bright red lips strikingly standing out from her heavy makeup, "When your sweetheart feeds you, you eat; why is it disgusting when it's me?"
