Humiliation

The Qin family collectively fell silent. Although they liked Xia Qinglee, there was no need for them to stand out and scold Qin Yuvyuv who had just been discharged.

Qin Minghai laughed dryly and mediated in the middle. One hand carefully brushed past the staggering Xia Qinglee, "Alright, don't joke around in the hospital. "

Who knew that Qin Yuvyuv not only did not appreciate it, after putting on her shoes, she even wiped her hands on Xia Qinglee's clothes. Her expression did not ease at all.

"But father, she clearly said that she is my good sister, why is she not willing to help me put on my shoes?"

These words that were coldly spoken hit Xia Qinglee's chest and she staggered. If it was not for someone supporting her from behind, she would have fallen to the ground.