After a night of being spiced up with rumors, there were probably multiple versions of the story going around.
That was fine, too. It saved her the trouble of putting on an act.
Friend or foe, believer or doubter—she no longer had to bother explaining herself.
Her gaze fixed forward, she walked with steady steps straight toward the special care ward.
Just as she reached the nurses' station, Old Liu rushed out of his office in a hurry.
He hurried forward, constantly glancing back over his shoulder.
Once he was sure no one else was paying attention,
he lowered his voice and said urgently, "Dean!"
"Don't believe all that gossip outside! It's all nonsense! Someone must be deliberately slinging mud at you!"
He knew Song Qingya's capabilities and character well and absolutely refused to believe she would do such a thing.
In his eyes, this was all just a conspiracy by someone with ulterior motives.
