In the hospital room, Lu Sirong's hysterical laughter resounded nonstop.
Her laughter was sharp and grating, like nails being driven in or like salt crazily sprinkled on unscabbed wounds.
Jiang Che's hands were already clenched until they bled; if his body could move, he would undoubtedly…
"Mom, call security!" he ground out through clenched teeth, using a commanding tone.
Yu Wanzhi had long stopped wanting to endure it. She pulled out her cellphone, but before she could dial, it was snatched away by Lu Sirong.
"Smash!" The expensive cellphone hit the ground and shattered into pieces.
"You little bitch, you're insolent!" Yu Wanzhi was uncontrollable with anger and once again raised her hand to strike Lu Sirong.
This time, Lu Sirong fought back; she grabbed Yu Wanzhi's wrist and showed her true colors:
