"Hey, don't leave! What, feeling guilty because I hit the mark?" Zhao Anxin blocked Qin Mengying's way provocatively, assuming she'd been abandoned after seeing Ou Mingxuan with An Qi.
A cold glint flashed in Qin Mengying's eyes. "Move aside."
The two words were spoken lightly, yet they made Zhao Anxin inexplicably shiver down her spine.
"Ha, your true colors have been exposed and you still dare to strut around in this circle? Qin Mengying, your skin must be thick!" Zhao Anxin mocked.
"It seems everyone is quite interested in the truth about my dear Qin doctor, want to know the truth, right? Today, I'll tell all of you the entire truth, show you what truly lowly origins look like, what vanity is, and what ingratitude means!" Ou Mingxuan's peach blossom eyes rose as he spoke, clearly smiling, yet his eyes were icy cold, devoid of any warmth.
