Little did they know that these words sounded laughable to Ruan Mian.
She squatted down, observing Ruan Jiao's current miserable state, her eyes devoid of any emotion.
"Have you forgotten what you said when you were exiled? Do you think I don't know how Aunt Chen died? Whether you approached Qi Nanfeng or he approached you, do you think I don't know?"
"To speak of recent events, do you think I can pretend I didn't see that rabid dog blocking my path yesterday?"
Her eyes were cold and indifferent, making Ruan Jiao feel inexplicable fear.
Before she could speak again, Ruan Mian already grabbed her chin: "Tell me, why would I help you cure your illness?"
She pushed Ruan Jiao's face aside, about to speak, when suddenly there was a noise outside the post station.
Cui Zhu hurried over, whispering to Ruan Mian.
"Miss, a group of people has arrived outside, and we have to give up the main room for them."
