Jin Ruomei went mad again!
Everything in the room was smashed to smithereens by her—cabinets, vases, bed sheets, sofas. She destroyed anything she could get her hands on. Her hair was a mess, and she looked like a madwoman!
"Ahh!!!!"
"Ahh!!!!"
"You actually took a bullet for her! What's so good about her, and where do I fall short compared to her!"
Jin Ruomei collapsed on the floor, curling herself into a ball, and let out a loud cry.
In the dark corner of the room, a dark silhouette stood, silently watching her madness. He was indifferent to her outburst, unresponsive to her cries, and offered no comfort.
After a long time, as Jin Ruomei's sobbing gradually subsided, his low, magnetic voice said softly, "You didn't say Gong Heng cared so much for her. If you had, I would not have ordered the shooting at her."
Gong Heng taking a bullet for Mu Mian indicated her high status in his heart.
That was too abrupt today.
