Qin Murong's knees buckled. She staggered backward two steps.
Ironically, this was the longest time that Wei Zhiqian had ever looked at her, but now his eyes were shooting daggers at her.
The look in his eyes was that of disgust.
He was looking at her as if she made him nauseous.
Did he despise her that much?
Was it because of Tan Mo that he despised her so much?
Yes. Before she'd talked about Tan Mo, although he'd been cold, it hadn't been to such an extent, and he had at least responded to her properly.
Qin Murong regretted what she had done. If she had known the kind of reaction she was going to get, she wouldn't have talked about Tan Mo.
But she was still not happy. She can't compare to that brat Tan Mo...?
The expression in Qin Murong's eyes fluctuated between regret and disbelief.
BOOM!
The door of the ward was suddenly pushed open.
It made a loud, heavy noise that frightened everyone.
