Right when An Ning arrived at the hospital, ready to pay for Zhao Tianqi's hospitalization and surgery fees, Zhao Gang hurried to the front and asked An Ning to step outside.
An Ning blinked her eyes; now was her chance to understand the situation. How could she let someone else handle it? "Let me handle it. Don't worry, someone can testify for me, proving that I didn't break this child's leg."
Zhao Gang didn't compromise. "Madam, this really won't do. The Mister has instructed us to ensure your safety and keep trouble away from you. Besides, you're quite famous now. Just now it was a bunch of old men and women who didn't recognize you, but the doctors and nurses here are young. It's hard to guarantee you won't be recognized. Do you want to be on the front page headlines?"
An Ning subconsciously covered her cheeks, only revealing her large eyes. "Can you tell it's me like this?"
"I can." Zhao Gang said.