North Suburb Hospital, Huang Cen sat by the bed in the ward, looking at Si Xiaowu who was still in a comatose sleep—the impatience and disgust in her eyes were almost overflowing.
Just a few hours in the cold storage and she becomes this delicate, sleeping until the afternoon. She must be faking it, probably just to spite her!
Because of her own need to protect herself, she had no choice but to fire the newly groomed Zhang Han, to silence the murmurs once and for all.
Speaking of which, that idiot Zhang Han confessed everything when Cheng Weiyue scared her—a person like that couldn't stay by her side anyway, so firing her was for the best.
But right now, she had no idea what Cheng Weiyue would do to her, and she felt a fear as if she was at someone else's mercy.
Her gaze fell on Si Xiaowu's face, her eye twitched—after all, it was because of her that she found herself in such a passive situation.
Huang Cen thought this, and her resentment surged instantly.
