Song Yinyin's tone was unmistakable. Shana pursed her lips and thought for two seconds, then nodded and said, "Then I'll leave now and come see him again tomorrow."
"Miss Shana, I think you didn't understand what I meant. I just said that Lu Jihan is my husband; I can take care of him myself. I don't need the concerns of others!"
This time, she made her attitude completely and utterly clear, not believing that Shana still couldn't understand.
And this time, Shana didn't say anything further, only saying 'goodbye' before turning and leaving.
Song Yinyin didn't even turn her head, because she was angry and couldn't wait to never see Shana again.
Outside, the sky had already darkened. Song Yinyin sat alone by Lu Jihan's bedside, watching his deeply sleeping face, the anger in her heart rising steadily.
Unable to find a place to vent for a moment, the tears welled up in her eyes fell traitorously.
