Li Qiao looked at her calmly, with hostility in her eyes, "You, are, worthy?"
"What exactly do you want?" Ming Dailan, her hair disheveled, hoarsely roared, "I was forced to act crazy by you all. Why treat me like this? Ah Zun would never agree. He wouldn't let you all do whatever you want to me."
Li Qiao's disgust for Ming Dailan was written all over her face. She smirked, her gaze sharp as a blade. Just as she was about to speak, a cold, indifferent voice came from outside the door from Shang Zonghai, "What did the lass force you into?"
Shang Zonghai's late-night visit to the hospital was unexpected for everyone.
After parting ways at the temple in Myanmar, the Ah Zun Ming Dailan had been desperately searching for slowly appeared under the night sky.
Li Qiao and Luo Xi simultaneously stood up to welcome him, and an eerie atmosphere permeated the small ward.
Perhaps it was an illusion, but Li Qiao seemed to hear a faintly mocking chuckle from Luo Xi.
