Having just recovered from a serious injury, Qiao An's body couldn't withstand the force and she was flung to the sofa.
Loco was furious. She ran over and straightened Qiao An's wheelchair, before shielding her. She accused Li Zecheng, "Li, I really misjudged you. I didn't expect you to be such a playboy. Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning for bullying Qiao An like this?"
Li Zecheng said angrily, "Don't interfere in our matters as an outsider."
There were five deep finger marks on Qiao An's fiery face. Blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. She glared at Li Zecheng miserably and said sadly, "Li Zecheng, I despise you."
Li Zecheng saw the deep disgust in Qiao An's eyes. What used to be affection was now only hatred.
Li Zecheng was inexplicably frustrated. He clearly didn't love Qiao An anymore, but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to be decisive with her. Perhaps it was because his interests were intertwined with Qiao An's.
