An Xiaotong's complexion changed abruptly.
Chairman An's expression also darkened. He knew that something had happened to his daughter and had rushed back overnight without even having a sip of water.
Yet this woman had the nerve to accuse Gu Qiaoqiao of disrupting her and Xiaolan's hair appointment.
How could this woman, unable to distinguish what was important and urgent, think that her daughter's safety was less important than some ruined hairdo?
Mrs. An's face turned a ghastly pale with anger, unable to miss the sarcasm in Gu Qiaoqiao's words.
Yet she couldn't refute it.
Because just yesterday, she truly believed that Gu Qiaoqiao was making a mountain out of a molehill.
Chairman An glared at her fiercely yet did not speak.
After all, they were in a hospital ward, and if he wanted to teach her a lesson, he would have to wait until they were back home.
Gu Qiaoqiao knew she might have been impulsive, maybe she was taking her anger out on Xiaotong,