In the hospital room, Qian Xueying smashed a second cup.
An assassination attempt had ironically benefited Gan Yuan, and seeing the media almost unanimously singing her praises, Qian Xueying nearly gnashed her teeth to pieces.
"How could this happen?" Grabbing Xiuyi's collar, fury blazed in her eyes. "You tell me, Xiuyi. Why has it come to this?"
"Miss..."
Xiuyi was at a loss for words.
Before Qian Xueying could say anything more, the door to the hospital room was pushed open from the outside.
Both turned their heads to see Gan Yuan, dressed in an elegant gown, walking in. Qian Xueying was taken aback and hurriedly withdrew her hand from Xiuyi's collar and leaned back against the pillow.
Accidentally leaning on her wound, she grimaced with a sharp twitch of her eyebrows.
"Miss Ying!"
Gan Yuan walked up to her bedside, her gaze sweeping over the shards of the cup on the ground. "This is..."
