Mrs. Han was kicked down and injured her ankle. When she returned to the ward limping, she intended to complain to her daughter and get a bit of consolation, thinking that if it was for her daughter's sake, then any suffering endured was worthwhile.
To her surprise, Han Ruixin didn't even notice her injury. Instead, she anxiously asked, "Mommy, has Brother Chen come? What did he call you out for? Does he know you used his phone? Mommy, did he say he hates me?"
Mrs. Han's heart turned cold, "Don't worry, daughter, it's nothing. He didn't say anything, just that we should stop causing trouble. Sigh, I think, in a few days, once your condition improves, it's time to consider returning to Han City. After all, this is not our place, and we are restricted everywhere."
"Mommy, I don't want to go back so soon," Han Ruixin was still reluctant.
