At that moment, a warm, broad palm covered her cold, little hand as someone approached.
Li Qianrui slowly raised her eyes, and Zhou Jin's fair, handsome face slowly magnified in her bewildered gaze.
Seconds later, she raised her hand and slapped him directly across the face.
"Madam!" Mo Yan exclaimed from behind.
Zhou Jin's elegant face turned askew from the blow, his handsome features void of any expression. Not a single furrow crossed his brow as he slowly turned to look at the woman.
Li Qianrui conjured up a hint of a smile in his gaze, "Are you satisfied now? You're responsible for... my family's destruction and people's death!"
...
In the hospital.
The red light outside the operating room was on, and nurses brought in several bags of plasma. Li Qianrui sat on the long bench in the corridor, her breath trembling.
At that moment, the door to the operating room opened, and a doctor in a white coat walked out.
