"What gives you the right..." The command was interrupted.
Jiang Chenyue suddenly spoke from her hospital bed, "You all leave."
"Mom?" She looked incredulously at the person lying on the bed.
Jiang Chenyue had fallen ill and just undergone surgery. She looked exceptionally weary, yet her dignified elegance remained. Even dressed in hospital pajamas, her noble aura couldn't be subdued.
"Leave!"
She furrowed her brows and spoke.
Chu Xi glanced angrily at Rong Yan, reluctantly squeezing out a concerned expression, "Mom, I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have raised my voice in the ward and disturbed your rest. Don't be mad, I'll leave first, so you can rest well."
Before she left, she unwillingly glanced at Rong Yan again, her gaze filled with warning, as if saying, 'If you dare speak ill of me behind my back to my mom, I won't let you off.'
