"Hang in there, Cexian, the doctor will be here," Zhou Ran patted Shen Cexian's back, her face full of anxiety.
Xu Chaomu rarely saw such anxiety and panic on Zhou Ran's face, yet her heart felt calm.
"Xu Chaomu, what are you still doing standing here? If this was your goal, then you've achieved it, get out," Zhou Ran was truly ruthless this time.
She hadn't quarreled with anyone for many years, and she never thought that in her lifetime she would argue with the little girl she had adopted.
"Aunt Zhou, I haven't finished speaking yet."
Pain washed over Xu Chaomu's face, and despite the scorching pain, she stood in front of Zhou Ran.
"Aunt Zhou, I haven't gathered evidence about you killing my mother thirteen years ago, but that doesn't mean I don't want to see you in jail. Maybe one day, I will," she retorted.
Zhou Ran clenched her teeth, the Xu Chaomu in front of her becoming so unfamiliar.
