"Would you be happy if I died?" Mu Cidian asked.
In the quiet villa, the question echoed coldly.
His voice sounded fine.
He was not so weak that he couldn't speak.
Xin Zaozao said, "Too bad you're not dead."
Too bad.
He was still alive.
Mu Cidian remained indifferent.
Remaining indifferent, dragging his steps, he walked towards his room.
Back in his bedroom, he closed the door behind him.
He lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, not averting his gaze.
He didn't need to guess the cause of tonight's accident.
The large-scale personnel adjustments at Xin Group undoubtedly ruffled some feathers, and some people needed to vent their emotions.
Naturally, he was their target.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep.
His mind was full of Xin Zaozao's cold voice, the scene of her driving away from him...
In Xin Zaozao's heart, there was not a shred of sympathy for him.
He placed his arm over his face.
Blood was everywhere.
For now, all he wanted to do was sleep.
