"Then I'll have to be rude!"
Wang Rui said as he walked in.
Zhuo Jian wasn't a germaphobe, but she absolutely didn't like being threatened or forced, watching him approach, she asked him, "Was your arm broken by Fu Yanye?"
"..."
Wang Rui stiffened.
"If he finds out you threatened me, do you think your other arm will survive?"
Zhuo Jian threatened him in return.
Actually, she wasn't at all sure what Fu Yanye would do for her.
As for Wang Rui, upon hearing this, he couldn't help but laugh, "Miss Zhuo may not know, but this arm was broken for you!"
"..."
"If Miss Zhuo wants to know the specific reason, please come with me!"
Wang Rui made way.
Zhuo Jian suddenly recalled that morning when she had heard Fu Yanye talking on the phone in his kitchen and then resolutely followed him out.
However, at the door of the hospital room, Wang Rui still couldn't help but stop and said to her, "Miss Zhuo, could you cover up your neck before entering?"
