In Mu Cidian's car.
Xin Zaozao just kept watching him.
Her wrist was still shackled by Mu Cidian, the harder she struggled, the harder he clenched, causing her pain to intensify.
Uncle Zhang quickly arrived at the garage and got into the driver's seat.
"To the hospital." Mu Cidian's voice was indifferent.
Uncle Zhang dared not say more and drove quickly towards the hospital.
Xin Zaozao did not feel grateful.
All she had was hatred festering deep within her bones.
The car quickly arrived at the hospital.
Mu Cidian, dragging Xin Zaozao, headed directly for the beauty department.
They booked the most expensive specialist consultation; in the most expensive consultation room, a doctor began the discussion.
Throughout the consultation, Mu Cidian continued to hold Xin Zaozao tightly.
Because he was quite certain, the moment he let go, Xin Zaozao would absolutely leave.
Without pausing, even for a second.
