Country H.
At a top medical and plastic surgery hospital.
High heels knocked on the hospital corridor, producing a slightly crisp sound.
The decoration style of this plastic surgery hospital was not as solemn and white as a normal hospital. The vintage European style of the walls and decorations made it look more like a beauty salon.
Knock, knock, knock—
"Come in."
Song Jingwan's tone was light and cheerful. She sounded like she was in a good mood.
The door was pushed open.
All the joy came to an abrupt end.
"Why are you here? Who told you to come?"
Song Jingwan's face darkened. Her face was still wrapped in gauze, so no one could tell what she looked like.
Two days ago, Song Jingwan had just undergone a surgery. When she saw Song Weiwei, her first reaction was to ask someone to kick her out.
"Something happened to my older sister. As her younger sister, how could I not come and take a look?"
