Bai Luowei finished bandaging Gong Beiming's wound and then called for the bodyguards to help him onto the bed to lie down.
She knew he would be sound asleep for at least ten hours, by which time everything between him and Chi Xiaoyu would be over.
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly, revealing a hint of happiness.
Chi Xiaoyu, you've lost for sure!
Beiming is mine, and no one can take him away.
Madam Gong was in a foul mood.
She had been looking forward to making a big impression at Old Madam Gong's birthday banquet today, but things had turned out to be very unpleasant.
Seeing that Gong Beiming had finally settled down, she sighed.
"Vivi, you've been giving this medicine to Beiming for nearly four years now, and it seems to only manage the symptoms, not cure the root cause! Every time he gets stimulated, he relapses!"
