Something Wrong With Your Brain?

Just as Xia Ning was ready to speak, the door was opened. A tall figure walked in and turned to Xia Ning. "Breakfast is ready!"

Why does this voice sound familiar? Against the light, it took Zheng Ziming a while to see the person in front of him clearly. But once he confirmed it, a shout came from the room.

"Asteria, are you joking with me? I can't believe this scumbag sent me to the hospital. I'd rather die than be saved by him."

Zheng Ziming laid on the bed and started to shout out loud. In this entire world, the person he hated the most was Qiao Yu. To be saved by him was more painful than death to him, okay?

Xia Ning was standing by the bed and looking at Zheng Ziming helplessly. His limbs were fixated and there was nothing he could do. Therefore, the only thing he could do was shout.

Qiao Yu put the breakfast on the table next to them and walked to Xia Ning. He looked at Zheng Ziming without talking.