After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone—
Inside the hospital room, Mo Shiche's handsome face turned icy, hearing the dial tone in the receiver, his bandage-wrapped hand suddenly clenched tightly, and then he raised his hand and hurled the phone away!
Mu Yunshen had just pushed the door open when an object was suddenly thrown at him. He swiftly dodged to the side, seeing the phone smash a small dent into the wall...
He turned his head and glared at him coldly, "Mo Shiche, you're getting angry again even before your wounds have fully healed. Do you fucking want to die?"
"If you have something to say, say it. If not, get out."
"Who's going to take care of you if I leave?" Mu Yunshen's thin lips curled into a cold sneer, "Your little lovely wife who's always wanting to divorce you? I think she doesn't love you as much as I do."
Mo Shiche, emotionless face, said nothing.
