Fang Mu finally found an outlet to vent the anger in his heart. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Fang Yusheng…" Then, he looked at the man approaching him with hatred in his eyes.
That man was wearing a hospital gown. His face was covered in bruises and his nose was wrapped in gauze. However, he still looked high and mighty.
Ignoring Fang Mu's angry gaze, Fang Yusheng walked to the middle of Fang Mu and Qiao Jiusheng. He held his intact left hand and affectionately pressed on Qiao Jiusheng's shoulder. Lowering his head, he said in her ear, "Honey, you're being harassed. Why didn't you call the police?"
Qiao Jiusheng got goosebumps from the word "honey."
She blinked and honestly said, "I wasn't free." She was holding her breakfast in one hand, and Fang Mu was holding her other hand. How could she call anyone?
Fang Yusheng smiled, but his face darkened.
He quickly reached for Fang Mu's and Qiao Jiusheng's hands.
