After receiving the call, Qi Zhenzhen rushed back to the hospital immediately, where she found a tearful and helpless Su Yueze.
"I've never threatened anyone. Why would someone be so scared of me that they nearly died? I don't want to be a murderer!"
Qi Zhenzhen cried bitterly. Her pain lay not just in possibly hurting others, but also in hurting herself.
Seeing her sorrow and guilt, Su Yueze felt compelled to divulge the truth. "You're lucky. She was treated in time and she didn't die."
Qi Zhenzhen glared at him angrily, picking up her purse and swinging it at his head. "You're terrible, Su Yueze! You scared me! You enjoy seeing me cry, don't you? Does my misery excite you?"
Princess Qi swung her purse with such force that her lipstick and perfume fell to the floor.
Shielding his cheek with his hand, Su Yueze cared very much for his face and continuously tried to protect his face from being hit. "Enough, enough, enough. You've done enough damage!"
