Seeing him open his eyes, Luo Anning wanted to pull his hand away, but it was too late. After the first second, Rong Yan’s eyes became cloudy and hot.
“Anning, you finally came to see me... How Nice,”he said with both a sigh and a sense of relief.
His voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of sickly weakness and softness.
It sounded like a gentle hand gently tugging at the heartstrings.
Luo Anning withdrew her hand indifferently and glanced elsewhere. Her tone was cold and ruthless. “Yes, I came to see if you’re dead. If you’re dead, I can remarry.”
He struggled to get up and pulled out the needle with one hand. Luo Anning quickly reached out to hold him down, but he was still the first to pull out the needle.
Luo Anning was furious. “What’s wrong with you? Didn’t anyone tell you to get an injection when you’re sick? Pull out the needle? Don’t you dare be a little more childish? !”
