If it weren't for the fact that Song Qingrui isn't inherently bad, just a bit spoiled, Bai Zhi'er wouldn't care.
Madam Wei, worried about her daughter's illness, naturally didn't make things difficult for Bai Zhi'er anymore.
After Song Qingrui sat on the chair, she first extended her hand so Bai Zhi'er could check her pulse.
On her exposed arm, her snow-white skin was covered with shocking red spots.
Even Bai Xingye, with his expressionless and cold face, found it somewhat disgusting.
He averted his gaze awkwardly.
Guoguo felt uncomfortable and moved to the side.
Seeing their reactions, Song Qingrui thought of the red spots all over her body and her eyes reddened in anxiety.
She said aggrievedly, "If I stay like this and Ming Yang sees it, it's all over."
"He'll surely be disgusted and never pay attention to me again."
While taking her pulse, Bai Zhi'er glanced up at her.
"You like him so much, he must be really nice to you then?"
