Su Qingqing continued singing while Chen Nan walked to the end of the sofa, preparing to wake up the drugged wolf, but just then—
"Bang..."
The door to the private room was slammed open, and three men in suits walked in.
The singing immediately stopped, and all the classmates looked toward the door. Among the three men in suits was Pei Shaodong, who got slapped during the day, Lan Yuqin's scumbag ex-boyfriend.
At this moment, apart from his clothes being tidier than in the morning, Pei Shaodong was still in a sorry state.
He was clutching his right wrist, cold sweat pouring down from the pain. He had visited the three best hospitals in Ningjiang City that afternoon, consulting with five orthopedic experts in succession. The conclusion was the same, the only way to reposition the dislocated wrist was to use a knife—
In professional terms, to have surgery.
