Thinking about her daughter suffering the torment of leukemia, Hen Meixin was leisurely shopping at the mall with her daughter, which made her furious.
"Madam, the people outside haven't left yet." The servant cautiously informed Hen Meixin, who was anxiously pacing back and forth in the living room.
Hen Meixin paused her steps, incredulously asking, "They're still outside?!"
"Yes, madam. Should we drive them away?" The servant asked tentatively.
Drive them away?
How could we possibly drive them away!
Hen Meixin was extremely irritable but couldn't directly drive them away. If she were to chase Qiao Ran away at this moment, who knows what she might do.
She paced back and forth, sighing irritably.
Outside the door, Qiao Ran was so angry she wanted to barge in directly.
Bo Wenze held her, "Alright, Qiao Ran, calm down a bit."
"How do you expect me to calm down?" Qiao Ran couldn't calm down, her chest heaving up and down, "Hen Meixin she..."
