Chu Ningyi walked to the bed and unceremoniously dumped Shui Anluo onto it. She felt as if her bones almost broke apart from the impact.
Shui Anluo cried out as she rubbed her aching waist. She then glared angrily at Chu Ningyi. "What're you doing?"
"Aren't you capable?" Chu Ningyi scoffed coldly. The icy tone of his voice was comparable to the coldest day of the twelfth lunar month.
Once Chu Ningyi had finished speaking, he grabbed Shui Anluo's wrist. The place where the IV drip had been attached on the back of her hand had bled and scabbed over due to her previous actions.
Shui Anluo looked at the bloody mess on her hand and cried out. However, she had cried out not because she was shocked but because she just realized that she had been hurt.
"Sure enough, I had totally lost control back then." Shui Anluo clicked her tongue. She had injured herself in the process of beating Shui Anjiao up, her business had indeed suffered a loss.
