Lin Tingyao had not expected Gu Qiaoge to despise her this much. The disgust on the latter’s face was apparent. Lin Tingyao stiffened, at a loss for words. All she could do was mumble, “Qiaoge...”
Gu Qiaoge stared at her indifferently and interrupted, “Don’t pretend as though we’re close to each other. You’re no one to me.”
Lin Tingyao’s face ashen, and tears started welling up in her eyes. She glanced at Wen Ke almost subconsciously and muttered, “Qiaoge, I did nothing. All I did was visit Yange. It was a coincidence that he collapsed. I was worried, so I came with him to the hospital. Did someone tell you something to make you misunderstand me?”
She sounded wronged and innocent, but everyone knew Lin Tingyao was accusing Wen Ke.
Rage surged in her veins and Gu Qiaoge gritted out, “Lin Tingyao, you...”
Before she could continue, Wen Ke grabbed her hand and murmured, “Qiaoge, you have a baby in you. Don’t get angry.”