Beijing First Hospital.
In the ward, Xia Qiao and Jiang Zirui were playing cards, with lots of sticky notes on their faces.
"Four twos, I trump you! Admit defeat, stick the note."
Xia Qiao rubbed her palms, excitedly sticking another note on Jiang Zirui's face.
Jiang Zirui stared at the cards in his hand, seemingly unable to believe he lost again.
In a single morning, they played twelve rounds, and he lost ten?
This was just too tragically unfair.
Could his gambling skills really be this poor?
"What? You can't believe it? These things, you gotta chill out, after all, card games involve IQ," Xia Qiao teased him, raising her eyebrows unapologetically.
Jiang Zirui: "..."
He touched his face, suddenly feeling like crying.
Regarding the IQ topic, more than one person could mock him.
Whimper whimper.
These people didn't know how much harm they've caused his young and fragile heart.
"Qiaoqiao, how could you say that about Little Rui? You're obviously the one bullying him."
