Shang Hui couldn't utter a single word.
It was as though someone had choked him by the throat.
Some things might have been doomed from the start, unable to be salvaged.
Yet, people are always greedy.
When they have nothing, they think it's okay, no big deal, but the moment they have a little, they want a bit more, and then a bit more again, and eventually they want it all.
It's like an addiction that they can't turn back from.
Shang Hui gripped her uninjured wrist tightly, pulling her toward the car. He opened the door and shoved her into the vehicle.
He bent over to help her fasten her seat belt.
Throughout this whole process, Gu Xi was as compliant as a puppet on strings.
Shang Hui's movements stiffened for a moment as he buckled the seat belt.
"The hospital matter is already taken care of. If you don't want to go back to the hospital, let's go home first."
