"You are really stubborn and clueless. You must know better than I do what kind of person Qin Yin is, yet you still want to say this." Cheng Hao was already at a loss with Jiang Mei.
"The chicken soup she made for you, drink it well, don't waste her intentions toward you."
Cheng Hao didn't want to say more to her, he just pursed his lips and pointed to the chicken soup on the table.
Jiang Mei put the porridge bowl on the bedside table and said, "Is that her intentions towards me? That's her intentions towards Nan Sichen. If it weren't for me donating blood to Nan Sichen, do you think she would even look at me? Don't think she's so kind. Qin Yin has never been a kind person."
"Hopeless." Cheng Hao said and turned to leave.
Jiang Mei got out of bed, opened the thermos, and the fragrant smell of chicken soup wafted out, making her mouth water.
She curled her lips, so Qin Yin could actually make chicken soup. She thought that this pampered miss wouldn't know how to do anything.
