In the hospital corridor, a pattern had formed, with hurried footsteps of passersby in the morning making the hallway particularly lively, but by the afternoon, it would become quiet, with the number of visitors reduced by more than half, except for the doctors and nurses.
At this time, under the morning light, Jiang Muwan and Mei Qiong faced each other across the space.
Both were silent, their expressions probing.
Mei Qiong was composed and dignified, emitting an aura of authority that naturally came with being a Translator Officer, her bobbed hair lending her a capable air.
As for Jiang Muwan, she was entirely different indoors than out.
It was said in the Capital that the second daughter of the Song Family was born with a silver spoon, her inherent nobility laced with disdain for others.
A girl pampered since childhood knew well how to step on others with her gaze.
