When Jun Shiyan and Ling Sheng arrived with their men, they looked at Ji Xing, who was carried into the car by the doctor, and Song Yiyan, who was following behind in a panic. They exchanged glances.
How vicious! That bastard Ji Xing was ruthless to his enemies and even more ruthless to himself.
Ling Sheng looked at the blood on the ground and shivered. She could only give him a thumbs up and praise him for being a man.
Was it worth it for him to go through so much trouble just to get an apology from her? He had lost his life for half a day.
"Envious?" Jun Shiyan suddenly leaned into her ear.
Ling Sheng turned to look at him and poked his chest with her slender finger. "Why? Do you want to punch two holes here?"
Jun Shiyan raised his eyebrows. "Why not?"
Ling Sheng laughed out loud. "I'm not Song Yiyan."
