"Chu Fu, how did you end up in the hospital?" Chu Ling spoke in an incredulous tone.
As usual, Chu Ling exuded natural elegance which complemented her position as the matriarch of the Zhong Clan. She was dressed in a beautiful maroon dress which accentuated her grace even further while allowing her to maintain the dignity demanded by her position.
Chu Fu looked at his cousin with an aggrieved face. Unfortunately, the effect of an old man with a flabby red face making that type of expression would make one feel like poking their eyes out. However, the graceful Chu Ling did not look disturbed.
"Would I be in the hospital if it was not for that girl?" He huffed.
Chu Ling frowned immediately at the words. She looked at the pitiful man in the hospital bed. When this matter had been reported, there were no clear details on the exact incident.
"What did she do? She did not attack you on the hospital grounds, did she?" She asked.
