"Hahaha..."
In the Imperial Hospital ward, Qiao An was laughing so hard she was pounding the bed.
Mu Jingxi, who was peeling an apple on the sofa, glanced up at her and asked coolly, "What happened that's so funny?"
Qiao An raised her hand to wipe away the tears of laughter at the corner of her eyes, "Do you know what Mengmeng just told me over the phone?"
"I don't know."
"Hahaha... That old fox Song Yunchi, he really has a series of connected schemes. Mengmeng is no match for him at all."
Yunchi?
Mu Jingxi cut the apple into pieces and placed them on a porcelain plate, bringing it to her, "What did Yunchi do?"
"Mengmeng told me that Song Yunchi took her to a shooting club for a date and even hugged her from behind, trying to forcefully teach her shooting hand-in-hand," Qiao An took a bite of the apple offered to her lips and continued, her words slightly muffled, "Mengmeng definitely wouldn't take that lying down, so she attacked Song Yunchi's lower body."
"Lower body?"
