Mo Shiche didn't stay long. After the doctor had examined Luo Hongying, he phoned Senior Madame Mo, let her talk to Luo Hongying to ease her mind, and then he left.
The moment he left, Luo Hongying's forced composure completely collapsed. She sent the doctor away, and when Yu Rong pushed the door open to enter, she saw her fiercely smashing a cup to the ground, "Luo Qiangwei!"
"Oh my little ancestor," Yu Rong hurriedly ran over to help her lie down, "don't smash anything else, you've got a slight fracture, and remember there are actors all around, don't let them catch anything on camera that can be used against you."
Luo Hongying's eyes were bloodshot with unwillingness and jealousy, her uninjured hand clenched into a tight fist, "Why, why did he say I didn't need to call him, and why did Shiche call Luo Qiangwei his wife? She used schemes to marry him, Shiche doesn't even like her! They're going to divorce sooner or later!"
