Sarcastically, "Oh, you've come only after the surgery is done, why not wait until next year to visit?"
On the hospital bed, Nan Chengzhi was still breathing through an oxygen mask, the machine emitting a consistent 'beep—beep—beep—'. His right leg was in a cast, and he lay there with his eyes closed, seeming to have aged several years overnight.
Nan Wan glanced over mildly, looking no different from a regular patient, "Did you push him?"
"What nonsense are you talking!" Jiang Xiaoman's face immediately changed, her voice extremely grating, "Didn't your mother teach you manners when speaking?"
She didn't do it on purpose. They had exchanged a few words, and when Nan Chengzhi tried to pull her, she angrily shook him off, not expecting him to fall.
Nan Wan coldly glanced at Jiang Xiaoman, whose face, after too many Botox injections, looked twisted and ugly, as if she might rush over and slap her at any moment.
She was not alone now, she couldn't...
