An Miaomiao hesitated for a moment but still reached out to help her.
In the past, Meng Qingxue had indeed helped her a lot, even teaching her some medical skills without being stingy with the Meng Family's secret recipes.
No sooner had An Miaomiao stretched out her hand than the next second she was pushed back.
She was somewhat incredulous, "Meng Qingxue!"
Meng Qingxue's face was also very pale, with blood continuously flowing down from the corner of her mouth, clearly poisoned as well.
Her voice trembled as she maneuvered her wheelchair towards a safe area, "I am going to die, but I can't die in this kind of place, how unsightly, I can't look bad, he would like me even less if he saw me like this..."
The worst of human nature often bursts forth in the face of life and death.
Without looking back, Meng Qingxue decisively abandoned An Miaomiao.
An Miaomiao had been pulled by Meng Qingxue, with three silver needles now stuck in her wrist.
