Madam Han, Your Vest Has Fallen Off

In mid-August, the Mid-Autumn Festival, the entire capital is full of lights and festivities.

Located in a mental hospital on the fringe of the hustle and bustle of the city, a girl lazily leaned against the door of the room on the west side of the second floor. She was wearing a white and blue striped medical gown, her eyes were clear and cold, and she occasionally had murderous intent, which was terrifying.

She glanced at the stepmother who was babbling that her mother was not, then she lowered her head and smiled, playing with the toy dagger in her hand.

It seems careless, but every time a dagger is thrown, the distance of the dagger is very symmetrical.

The two sleeves were neatly rolled up, and there was a hideous scar on the left wrist, but the girl didn't care, but occasionally swept the two people in the room.

Her stepmother Ruan Wanluo and her step sister Chu Qian.

"Sister, my mother knows that today is a reunion day, so I specially persuaded my father to pick you up. Your appearance really hurts my mother's heart." There was a sad expression on Chu Qian's well-behaved face.

Putting a small white hand on Chu Ning's injured wrist, she squeezed it hard.

Chu Ning frowned and pulled her hand back.

Chu Qian fell on the ground, looking at Chu Ning with an incredible expression. Two rows of tears burst into her eyes, and she asked, "Sister, why are you pushing me? Qianer knows that her sister is sick, and Qianer will not give birth to her sister. I'm so angry, I won't grab my dad with you when I go back."

Ruan Wanluo glared at Chu Ning angrily, and stepped forward to help Chu Qian.

Chu Ning put the dagger away, her expression still faint: "I'm not sick, and I didn't push her."

Chu Qian's white dress was stained with gray, her turbid tears rolled, and she fell softly in Ruan Wanluo's arms: "Woo, I'm useless, my sister didn't push me, mother don't blame my sister."

Ruan Wanluo is notoriously noble and elegant, and her daughter is most distressed. Now that her daughter has been wronged, her heart is also extremely angry.

Pointing to Chu Ning and cursing with hatred, "If you didn't push Qian'er, Qian'er would fall on her own? If you are not ill, you will come to a mental hospital? You shouldn't be picked up for your dead mother today. go back!"

Ruan Wanluo held Chu Qian's face heartily again, "Xier is my mother, I'm sorry, I've made you wronged."

As soon as she finished saying this, there was a roar from the corridor: "Ning'er, are you bullying your sister again?"

The oncoming man wore an exquisite suit, but because of the anger on his face, he added a sense of disharmony.

Chu Ning's cold and unrestrained face slid a trace of different emotions, but it was quickly covered by indifference, just like the dagger in her hand, which made people afraid to approach.

Chu Zhengde was heartbroken when he saw Chu Ning’s indifferent expression, but thinking of her daughter’s condition, in the end he could only swallow his anger, grabbed the dagger from Chu Ning’s hand, and said: "All such a big person. I don’t know if this kind of thing is dangerous?"

Chu Ning leaned against the door frame with a casual posture, just as she spoke casually: "That's a toy."

A nurse remembered it from the side, and couldn't help but glance at Chu Ning several times.

"Wow, that girl is so cool."

Chu Zhengde squeezed the dagger. It really looked like a toy. He turned to other people who looked over. His face turned red, and he coughed a few times: "How old is he, I still play with toys. I don't know how Scared your sister?"

The man looked at Chu Qian awkwardly, and Chu Qian sobbed a few times to relieve her father: "Dad is right, and you are now cured. Don't play with this kind of stuff, otherwise Dad will be embarrassed again."