Tian Ya, Feng Wuhui VIII

Stunned, Liu Xia did not speak further.

Her eyes were still blazing with fury. She simply did not understand why Nan Xian did not only dislike Qin Fei'er, but had also fallen for such a slut—Feng Ruqing, when Qin Fei'er was such a great lady.

"Let's leave."

Qin Fei'er glimpsed at the beautiful couple, rubbed her chest gently, and rushed out of the manor."

Growing increasingly desolated, Qin Fei'er coughed. Her face grew paler each time she coughed. In the end, she coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Young Lady!" Panicking, Liu Xia stared anxiously at Qin Fei'er.

Qin Fei'er's quivering hand was holding a scarf and the bloodstain on the scarf was frightening.

Qin Fei'er's health should have improved after having Qin Chen as a drug primer. Indeed, she recovered quite well some time ago. However, her health had worsened lately…

Did it have anything to do with Nan Xian?