Lin Shiyu looked at Fu Jingtong, clenched her teeth and said softly, "It's not scary to be sick. The scarier thing is not going for treatment when you are sick. Fu Jingtong, the best place for you is the mental asylum."
Fu Jingtong forcefully squeezed Lin Shiyu's svelte waist, lowered his head and kissed her silky hair. "Do you believe that I will throw Fu Qinglun into the mental asylum first?"
She believeḍ it.
Of course she believed it.
This Fu Jingtong was a damn lunatic!
Lin Shiyu looked down at Fu Qinglun, who was lying on the carpet. He wanted to get up and snatch her back, but a bodyguard stepped on the wound in his chest. When he moved, the bodyguard forcefully exerted more force, and he was unable to get up.
But his eyes were fixated on her. She was overcome by the sincerity in his eyes.
"Shi'shi…" He called out her name hoarsely. "Don't listen to him. Don't say those words. I don't like it… I don't like it all…"
