Chapter 92: Just Picking a Quarrel on Purpose

In the afternoon, Lin Qian held a bouquet of flowers and arrived at the hospital to find the VIP ward where Ye An'an and Lu Jun were staying.

Sighing deeply, she stretched her hand into her bag and pressed the switch on the voice recorder.

Better safe than sorry, after all.

She knocked on the door and, after receiving permission from inside, walked in.

In the ward, Ye An'an was leisurely sitting on the sofa playing with her cellphone, while Lu Jun stood beside her.

Lin Qian put on a proper smile and extended the flowers toward her, "Ms. Ye, is your foot alright?"

Ye An'an glanced at her lazily without bothering to respond.

Lu Jun, with a roguish look on his face, turned to Lin Qian, "My sister's ankle is sprained. The doctor says she needs to rest. Lin Qian, you tell us, what should we do?"

Wearing high heels with a sprained ankle?

There's nothing wrapped around her foot, it looks just like a normal person's?

Lin Qian glanced at Ye An'an's foot and inwardly sneered.