The woman in red, with a flushed face, watched this scene and chuckled quietly to herself. She then stretched out her body and waited leisurely.
When the tall woman was brought to the bedside, Chen Yi looked at her casual attire and her stomach, causing him to show a bit more patience.
Even though they were sworn enemies.
"Won't you say something?" Chen Yi asked.
The towering woman did not respond. She was filled with rage, her hands slightly raised as if she wanted to strangle Chen Yi.
"If you don't speak, I'll go find Aunt Zhu first."
Qin Qingluo paused for a moment, and even though she hated the person in front of her to the core, she finally spoke:
"Your hand... is healed? How... how is it suddenly healed like this?"
Qin Qingluo finally caught this detail at that moment, her voice hoarse, incredulous.
"The Bodhisattva on the potion healed it, just like it was never hurt," replied Chen Yi, deliberately shaking it.
