Yang Qiao rolled her eyes speechlessly, "Xiao Anze, you don't have to be so petty, okay?"
Men can be quite pretentious when they're sick. At first, he stayed a night in the public ward, complaining he couldn't take it, insisting on moving to a private room. After he got the private room, he started nitpicking about this and that — it was just too much.
He casually remarked, "Doesn't every hospital have VIP rooms? Just get me the best room!"
At that time, Yang Qiao didn't bother responding. To have a well-equipped hospital in this small town was already quite lucky; how could it possibly be better than those in B City?
Eventually, seeing that no one was paying him any attention, Xiao Anze stopped fussing, but he did shoot a few pitiful glances at her every day, which really annoyed her.
