Old Liu rushed over to Song Qingya in a few strides.
He pointed a finger straight at Qi Yuanyuan, who had just regained her footing.
"Dean Song! It was her! And Yang Meiling!"
"They locked me in the storage room! The door was locked from the outside, and no one answered when I knocked! They didn't give me a bite of food or even a drop of water to drink!"
"They… they even accused me of stealing! They framed me! But I didn't take anything!"
The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, his face flushing red.
Song Qingya immediately raised a hand.
"Old Liu. Dean Yuan just lay down to rest. His condition is still unstable, so we must be quiet."
After speaking, she cast a cool glance toward the doorway, where Qi Yuanyuan hadn't yet gone far.
'Now is not the time to cause a scene.'
The hospital staff was already on edge, and Dean Yuan was critically ill and unconscious.
Any small disturbance could trigger greater chaos.
Old Liu met her gaze, and his heart skipped a beat.
