Lu Mo, on the other hand, was full of grievances and schemes. She scolded hysterically, "Qiao An, don't dream of getting close to my senior again. We're about to get married. Do you know how much pain you've caused me, a cancer patient, by interfering in our lives from time to time?
Qiao An, you were also injured by a mistress back then. How can you play the shameless role of a mistress now and transfer your pain back to me? Aren't you afraid of retribution?"
Lu Mo's words were like countless soul-locking nails that nailed Qiao An to the cross of shame. Her mind instantly went blank, and the condemnation of her conscience made her momentarily dazed.
Coupled with the fact that she had been kicked a few times by the bandits, her body was in extreme pain. She felt the world spin and she was about to faint.
Lu Mo forcefully ordered the nurse beside her, "Send Qiao An home."
