Xu Lijing's fruit knife not only got kicked away, but even she herself was kicked aside by Xu Zijin.
After all, she had lived a life of luxury for so many years, and her strength was limited.
She lay on the ground, her face twisted in pain.
"Xu Zijin, I won't let you off."
Xu Zijin sneered coldly. He didn't need her to say it; he already understood. Otherwise, why would Xu Lijing specifically chase him to the hospital?
Being able to escape the sanitarium was a skill in itself.
"Someone," Xu Zijin called out with a grim look, covering his bleeding wound.
But no one at the door came in as Xu Zijin had expected.
Perhaps they were stopped—or redirected.
Thinking about it, Xu Zijin chuckled. "Who's helping you from behind?"
Even at this moment, there was still someone aiding Xu Lijing?
Who could be so bold as to want his life?
"Oh? You want to know so badly? Do you really think I'd tell you?" Xu Lijing laughed maniacally, climbing back to her feet.
