Su Wanwan just stared at her coldly, "Do you want to continue talking?"
Xing Siqing gritted her teeth, too painful to endure and frightened, she began to cry.
She cursed while crying, but she dared not mention those two words again.
Until a cell phone ringing from Xing Siqing's bag broke the silence.
Su Wanwan seemed to snap back to reality, the cold atmosphere surrounding her gradually dispersed, her expression finally returning to normal.
She released her grip, picked up a tissue to wipe her hands, and left the room.
She took two steps before the sound of high-heeled shoes followed her from behind. Suddenly, something sharp hit her hard on the back…
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In the hospital room.
Old Master Huo sighed deeply, "It's okay to let Yuyun go out of town to avoid the storm. We'll deal with this matter as you suggested."
Huo Jingshen nodded but didn't say anything else.
