"I was on an IV drip all night," Su Linhuan feigned ignorance toward Fu Linglong's mockery, and said softly: "I still feel pretty bad now, but this has nothing to do with Xingxing, don't blame her."
"Blame her?" It seemed to Fu Linglong as though she had heard a funny joke. "Why should I blame her? It's you, though..."
Fu Linglong's gaze fell on Su Linhuan's hand. She grabbed her hand and lifted it up, exposing her lie directly, "Didn't you say you were on an IV drip? Why don't I see any marks?"
How dare she play ignorant with her!
Fu Linglong's patience with this woman had long run out!
In anger, she grabbed Su Linhuan's hand with a force she couldn't help but exert.
Su Linhuan frowned and said coquettishly, "Sister, it hurts."