"Xiaoxiao..."
"Get lost!" Luo Xiao narrowed his eyes, "I don't want to push you down myself."
Song Fang, trembling, leaned on the car door. Hearing this, she said nothing more and got out of the car.
Luo Xiao didn't look at her from the beginning to the end, stepped on the accelerator, and sped away with the car.
Song Fang stood at the entrance of the community, watching his car leave. She shook her head, her eyes filled with regret and grief. Luo Xiao was her son. Even if she knew, she wouldn't say anything. The saying "those who bring trouble upon themselves cannot live" is true. Indeed, there's no way out for them.
***
Meanwhile—
Hospital, top floor.
Mo Nanjue lay on a large hospital bed, his hands and feet chained to the sides. The man was bare-chested, his handsome face pale, his brows furrowed, seemingly immersed in immense pain.
