In the middle of the night, cries of agony kept coming, but the area was surrounded by construction sites, and no one heard her cries for help.
In the hospital, within a hospital room.
Leng Chunhong was almost jolted awake, she sat up, sweat pouring down her face, her hands trembling nearly uncontrollably as nightmares haunted her, suffocating her breath.
"Done enough evil deeds, haven't you? Even someone like you can have nightmares." Ji Jianchong sneered at her derisively.
The two seemed disconnected because Leng Chunhong wouldn't sign the operation consent for him.
Now, there was no more pretending to show affection.
"Where's Shuangshuang? Didn't she say she had signed the surgery consent form for you? Why isn't she at the hospital?" Leng Chunhong was somewhat anxious.
A woman's intuition is the strongest; she had just dreamed that something had happened to Ji Wushuang.
