"I'm here to take care of you."
"You?"
Song Yuan's voice involuntarily rose, "What are you doing here to take care of me? Who do you think you are?"
"Wasn't the leg injury because of me?"
Song Yuan clutched the blanket and gritted her teeth, "I don't need you, leave!"
"If not me, then who? Bo Yanching?"
Song Yuan suddenly looked up, instinctively feeling guilty for a moment, but it was fleeting. She considered herself noble and superior in front of Nan Jiaojiao, "Nan Jiaojiao, stop trying to trap me with your words, it's useless. I've known Third Brother Bo since we were kids, he practically watched me grow up. Even if I wanted him to take care of me, out of childhood memories, he would still come."
"Oh, is that so."
Nan Jiaojiao pushed the door open a bit more, tucked a hand in her pocket, and while looking down at her phone, slowly walked to the bedside, showing Song Yuan the screen.
"Don't have his number? Need me to call him for you?"
