She finally looked up at Yang Meiling's seemingly innocent face.
"No."
"I'm all that's needed here. No one else is necessary."
"You—you…"
Mrs. Yuan was already seething, and now she was so furious her face turned ashen.
"Song Qingya! What do you mean by that? Are you hiding something? Did you botch the surgery and you're afraid of being exposed? Is that why you won't let anyone else near him?!"
She grew more agitated as she spoke, taking an aggressive step forward as if she'd lost all control.
Suddenly, her breath hitched. Her face turned from flushed to purple, and her lips began to turn blue.
Gasping for air, she began to sway unsteadily.
At the sight, Song Qingya's brow tightened. She quickly put away her silver needles and stepped forward to de-escalate the situation.
She took a deep breath, suppressed her frustration, and ultimately conceded.
"Fine. You can stay."
She stared at Mrs. Yuan and said, enunciating every word.
