Underground arena.
Trading area.
Inside the Undying Pavilion.
Looking at Sun Zhe, whose body was wrapped in bandages, Xiaoling sat by the bedside, tears streaming down her face, crying uncontrollably.
"It's all my fault. If it weren't for me... Sister Qi wouldn't have treated you this way."
Chen Ruolong, standing nearby, waved his hand impatiently, "Alright, alright, now's not the time to be weeping here. You should deal with your own injuries first."
"Damn, I'm speechless about this woman. Just because she caught us doing something that day, she bears a grudge against my boss as if what we did was some grave sin in her eyes."
"This kind of person is purely mentally twisted!"
"It wasn't even her that day, why is it as if there's some deep-seated hatred!"
"Sigh!"
Hearing Chen Ruolong cursing, Qi Jie suddenly sighed, looking at Sun Zhe on the bed and said, "I'm very sorry."
Upon hearing this, Sun Zhe opened his eyes, his voice weak, "Why are you apologizing?"
