Little Devil From Beijing

On the 8th floor of the inpatient department of Nanyuan District A were the independent wards. Here, they each had air-conditioning, a TV, a separate refrigerator, and a small independent living room.

Qiao Chen's palms were sweating anxiously. She had hurried home after school in the afternoon, changed her clothes, and put on meticulous makeup. Then, she had followed Fu Ge to the hospital to visit a so-called extremely valuable relative from Beijing.

Although the Qiao Family was rich, they couldn't squeeze into the upper circle, much less the pinnacles.

Thus, when she heard that they were visiting a junior who was the treasure of everyone in the Fu family, and whom even Madam Fu doted on, she realized she couldn't afford to provoke this person.

She was so nervous on the way that even Fu Ge noticed.