Zhao Minghai couldn't help but feel triumphant, reminding the person next to him, "Keep an eye on Wen Zhiyao for me, we can't let her ruin my plans. If she dares to go against me again, have her seized immediately and locked up for a while, she'll know her place then."
Zhao Minghai was talking freely in the ward, not caring at all that his words were being heard.
Wen Zhiyao stood in place with a cold snort. She had turned on the recording on her cell phone, and with one swift kick, she swung open the door to the ward.
The people inside the room were startled by the sudden noise, but upon seeing that it was only Wen Zhiyao who had arrived, Zhao Minghai let out a sigh of relief.
Zhao Minghai smiled at Wen Zhiyao, but the movement was too big and it tore at his wounds, causing him to wince with pain.
"Wen Zhiyao, did you miss me so much that you intentionally came to the hospital to see me? Don't worry, my injuries aren't serious. Being in bed won't affect anything."
