It was a barely satisfactory explanation for her outfit.
But Lu Shifeng did not want to listen, and only coldly warned her: "Don't make noise, Jue is still in the operating room."
Zhuang Heng's face alternated between pale and flushed with anger. Despite her unwillingness, she had to bite her lip and lower her voice: "Shifeng, I am too anxious, I'm at a loss, I'll do whatever you say."
Even at this moment, she remembered Lu Shifeng liked gentle and docile women, so she pretended to be compliant and virtuous.
However, Lu Shifeng was unmoved, his expression was already very cold: "Zhuang Heng, Jue is your son, he's now lying in the operating room. It would be fine if you couldn't help like Xingyu, but you are here cursing him instead. If this happens again, don't blame me for turning ruthless."
His warning was stern, even Zhuang Heng dared not to act recklessly.
