"Why are you here?"
Zuo Ying'an could not believe Chu Xinghui had actually come here. She snarled:
"Of course. You and Pei Hanmo are on the same production now. You must be dying to become the wife of our Pei Holdings CEO, right?"
At that, the wrinkles on her face bunched together, and she scoffed:
"Chu Xinghui, oh, Chu Xinghui. You really are a fox, doing nothing but seducing Pei Hanmo.
Why don't you take a look at yourself and see whether you're worthy of him!
You're just some orphanage kid who doesn't even know where his parents came from. Who do you think you are!"
She lunged forward in a frenzy, but her suspended feet held her back, and she barely moved.
The flowers in Chu Xinghui's hand had fallen to the floor at some point. He quietly watched Zuo Ying'an on the bed.
"Older Brother, why don't we just go..."
Pei Hanmo's aggrieved voice came from behind him:
"She's always like this, snapping at everyone she sees. Please don't be upset, Older Brother."
Upset?
Chu Xinghui crouched down and picked up the flowers.
Perhaps a little, but now he felt more anger.
In other words, after Pei Hanmo had returned, the only improvement had been financial.
There had been no affection whatsoever in his life-no familial love, no warmth, none of it. He had been facing these cold people?
He had wondered just why Pei Hanmo's personality had changed so much, but he had never suspected Zuo Ying'an.
The boy I'd raised for so long had been reduced to this by this woman?
He reached back and took Pei Hanmo's hand, then stepped forward and placed the flowers in the vase beside the hospital bed:
"I don't know what you mean by being worthy of him.
When it