"Nan Mufeng, do you really find this amusing? Clinging to a woman with whom you share no emotional foundation, aren't you afraid of ruining your life?" Jian Xi took a deep breath, ready to throw him out at any moment.
Nan Mufeng stared at her steadily, maintaining the posture of presenting the ring. "I'm not afraid."
"..."
Jian Xi took a deep breath and turned to look for her phone to make a call.
A bad feeling surged in Nan Mufeng's heart. "What are you doing?"
"Calling 120, to take you to the hospital for treatment."
"..." Nan Mufeng's lips twitched, as he snatched Jian Xi's phone away, "I'm not sick!"
"No, you are sick." Jian Xi said seriously, "Third Brother doesn't like you, so he's caused you to develop some other issues. Nan Mufeng, you are sick, and you need treatment!"
Nan Mufeng's chest heaved violently, and his hand holding the ring box began to tighten.
