"Ye Feng, you're just a lapdog carrying my brother's shoes!" Miss Beitang, infuriated, extended her delicate jade hand, her almond-shaped eyes piercing with fierce light, "You want me to leave! I refuse to go!"
Miss Beitang calmly reached out to push open the door of the infirmary, and before Ye Feng could stop her, she already stepped inside.
"Miss Huan, you cannot go in..." Ye Feng's words lost all meaning, as Miss Beitang had already invaded the infirmary.
When Miss Beitang burst through the door, Xia Qingqian, sitting on the edge of the bed, raised her eyes in shock, instinctively moving further onto the bed as if Miss Beitang were a virus she was desperately trying to escape from.
As Miss Beitang approached with murderous intent, the weakened body of Xia Qingqian, still not recovered from drowning, could not evade when she attempted to flee, resulting in Miss Beitang grasping her tightly, holding the fragile Xia Qingqian.
