When Qiao Zhiyi saw Fu Wan appear, she rarely got up to pour her a glass of water.
If she weren't idle at the moment, she wouldn't have bothered with her.
Fu Wan was startled by Qiao Zhiyi's action, as her attitude towards her was never like this before. Today, however, there seemed to be a bit of hospitality.
"Miss Fu, are you so idle every day?" Qiao Zhiyi sat in the chair, watching her, "You come to see me so often, anyone who doesn't know better might think you're coming here specifically because you're ill and need me to look at it."
Fu Wan's mood soured instantly, "Can't you speak properly?"
"I am a doctor, so naturally, those who come to see me must be patients." Qiao Zhiyi held the water and drank, observing her expression, "What exactly are you here for?"
Fu Wan's chest tightened with anger, but her mood quickly recovered as she watched how pitiful Qiao Zhiyi looked, unable to fight back. Seeing her so bitter and helpless, Fu Wan felt quite pleased.