Zhao Mengmeng's eyes widened, and her voice cut off abruptly after she said "you."
She hadn't expected Pei Chenyang to walk in, rather than Song Weiyi.
At that moment, seeing Pei Chenyang was like seeing an enemy; she wished she could tear him apart.
"Pei Chenyang, you still have the face to appear before me?" Zhao Mengmeng said as she violently attempted to rise from the bed.
"Don't get excited!" Pei Chenyang acted quickly, afraid that Zhao Mengmeng might rip off her IV, and forcefully stopped her movements.
His hand clamped on Zhao Mengmeng's shoulder, the difference in strength between men and women making it impossible for her to break free.
Yet in her eyes shone a fierce light akin to that of a small beast as she sneered at Pei Chenyang.
"Let go of me, damn it! Who gave you permission to touch me? Get out!" Zhao Mengmeng shouted.
Song Weiyi, overhearing this from outside, couldn't help but worry that Pei Chenyang might make things worse and decided to barge in as well.
