"Who are you?!"
Qiao Jingyun frowned at Pei Ge in displeasure when she was stopped from getting to her son.
She thought this woman an eye-sore the moment she saw her earlier.
It was not because Ji Ziming had carefully applied medicine on this woman's wounds but because just the sight of her produced a natural dislike from her.
From the moment she saw her, she felt an unknown sense of disgust for her.
"Move aside!"
She narrowed her eyes coldly at this beautiful woman.
"Miss, can't you see that the boy doesn't want you to carry him?" Pei Ge raised a brow at the other as she calmly said this.
"What nonsense are you talking about?! He's my child. From what I see, you're the one preventing us from getting close!"
Qiao Jingyun's displeasure rose when she heard that and did not bother with formalities further.
