Jie Jingling had no natural talent for medicine, but she made up for it with diligence. She had learned the basics of both traditional Chinese and Western medicine, which was why she could understand the notebook Qin Mei had written.
"Amie, thank you," Jie Jingling said. The notebook was too precious, and the temptation was too strong for her to refuse.
"You're my sister," Qin Mei said, pulling Jie Jingling into a sudden hug.
Jie Jingling felt a wave of complicated emotions, a flicker of guilt in her eyes. 'Amie sees me as a true sister, but I'm only nice to her because she's Jing Si's wife.'
Jie Jingjue went to use the restroom. He pushed open the door and saw Sun's mother on the toilet. He froze for a second before reacting, quickly apologizing as he shut the door. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
The moment the door closed, Jie Jingjue's expression turned grim. 'Why doesn't she lock the door when she's in there?'
