I knew all along that if Cheng Yu abandoned everything to come and save me, Zhao Mengxi certainly wouldn't let it go easily. But I never imagined that she would lose it at the hospital, of all places, and erupt without any regard for our surroundings.
As soon as she finished speaking, a visible shadow descended over Master Zhao's face.
"Enough!"
Master Zhao's stern rebuke echoed in my ears. I nearly lost my footing, startled, until I realized that his tone wasn't directed at me.
"Cheng Yu saving Huanhuan means he considers himself one of the Zhao Family."
"Dad! Have you lost your mind?"
Zhao Mengxi's eyes widened, a look of utter disbelief painted across her face.
Not just her—I felt like I was dreaming as well. Master Zhao had only one beloved daughter, Zhao Mengxi, and with the late Mrs. Zhao's influence, he had always been indulgent with her. That's why she grew up unrestrained, never giving a damn about anyone else and ready to throw a tantrum wherever, whenever.