In the hospital.
Ji Qingxin swiped through her phone, extremely happy to see the overwhelming number of posts online condemning Qiao An.
Gradually, her smile froze at the corners of her mouth.
What's going on?
She came across the statement from Qiao An and was so angry she almost smashed her phone!
Mental problems?
When she cut her face with a porcelain shard, she was perfectly lucid!
Not a hint of insanity!
That bitch, it seemed she had been preparing for this all along, to pull off such a stunt, deliberately trying to ruin her face!
"Ah... you damn bitch!"
She furiously threw the phone onto the bed, wishing she could strangle Qiao An with her own hands.
The scar on her face, after forming a scab, was unbearably itchy. She couldn't help but scratch it, and in doing so, she scratched off the scab.
Suddenly, her hand was covered in blood, and she was so shocked that she turned pale.
"Doctor, doctor, come quick!"