Fu Nancheng let out a light hum, turned his head to Yan Yiheng, and said coolly, "Just worry about yourself."
"Third Brother, I don’t like hearing that. No matter what, I’ve got more battle experience than you..."
"Don’t act recklessly just because you’re young. Be careful, or that iron rod of yours might get worn down to a flower needle."
Before Yan Jiu could finish, Fu Nancheng interrupted him in a low voice.
The two grown n in the hospital room started a conversation about male dignity, praising themselves while tearing down the other—how childish!
Qiao Mo’s face was burning, trying hard to minimize her presence to avoid getting caught in the crossfire.
But before long, the battle fire reached her territory nevertheless.
Yan Jiu looked at her with a wicked smile and sneered, "Little Sister Qiao, isn’t Third Brother’s skill not that great?"
Qiao Mo started playing dumb, looking at him blankly: I don’t know what you’re talking about... I really don’t know what you’re talking about...
"Speak."
Before Yan Jiu could muddle through, Fu Nancheng spoke in a low voice again.
"Uh... uh?"
"My skills." He slightly parted his thin lips, staring intensely at her, as if preparing to make her experience it all over again if she uttered even half a word he found displeasing.
Qiao Mo’s heart was in a frenzy... Don’t play like this...
They can have their discussion, but why do they always have to drag her into it?
"Third Brother, look, Little Sister Qiao doesn’t want to hurt your ego, so she can’t bear to hurt you."
"Shut up!" Fu Nancheng still stared fixedly at Qiao Mo, as if demanding a satisfactory answer from her.
Qiao Mo’s eyes were genuinely red at this mont, whimpering... she was scared...
"You two are getting more childish, arguing endlessly over such a matter," Qin Zhaoran’s voice slowly sounded as he entered and closed the door.
Qiao Mo imdiately nodded like a chick pecking at rice, almost tearful to see Qin Zhaoran appear.
But who would predict, just halfway through her nod,
Qin Zhaoran continued, "In fact, the answer is obvious."
Yan Jiu raised an eyebrow, looking at him, and Fu Nancheng also slightly narrowed his eyes, waiting for the answer.
Qin Zhaoran adjusted his glasses and said nonchalantly, "Of course, it’s , who has done the most research on the human body, who is the most skilled."
Qiao Mo was a bit dumbfounded... grabbed the quilt to cover her head...
Did the kindergarten not open today?
So all these overgrown children ca running to her hospital room...
A few n, each about six feet tall, argued for over half an hour in the room, while Qiao Mo dug into the snacks Fu Nancheng had bought for her during the day.
But after just a couple of bites, Fu Nancheng went to the bedside and took the snacks from her hand, "Eat your al first."
Qiao Mo looked at him with resentnt; she was hungry...
Luckily, it wasn’t long before Nanny Wang delivered a lot of food.
Of course, it wasn’t for her...
Looking at the exquisite dishes on the table, Qiao Mo sipped her porridge silently, her gaze growing more resentful upon Qin Zhaoran.
He wouldn’t let her eat... saying she had to eat lightly for the next few days...
She seriously suspected he was avenging her for not helping him just now.
During the al, firecracker sounds burst outside the window, adding to the excitent.
Qiao Mo turned her head to look out the window, where occasional bursts of fireworks blossod in the night sky, fleeting but gorgeous and beautiful.
She was sowhat lost; if it weren’t for the sudden firecracker sounds, she had almost forgotten it was still the New Year period.
Looking up at the figures around the table, her gaze ward a bit, not feeling lonely at all.
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