The girl's pitch-black eyes were deep and vast, quietly staring at you as if they could see through everything, leaving you with a sense of humiliation, as if you were stripped bare, with nowhere to hide.
"Where did this wild girl come from? Didn't your parents teach you manners?"
As soon as she spoke, Zhou Rong suddenly felt the hospital room grow cold, as if an invisible hand was choking her, making it difficult to breathe.
The cold glint in the girl's black eyes flickered as she spoke slowly and deliberately, "I don't want to see you right now. You'd better get out."
What a big mouth.
Zhou Rong angrily rolled up her sleeves, ready to step forward and teach her a lesson.
She was an expert at disciplining children.
Before she could even swing her palm, the first thing that was heard was her scream of pain.
A fruit knife plunged into her palm, nailing it firmly to the table.
Panicked, Zhou Rong looked up, meeting the girl's cold, merciless black eyes directly.
