Chapter 92

"What?" Janice Qiu turned around.

We stared at each other.

Her hold on the blanket was loosened.

"Jiang Yao, why...why are you...?"

Janice did a scan from my head to my toes and then, she averted her gaze at the person in the bed.

"Are you wondering why am I not lying on the bed? Miss Qiu, you're a ...

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