No matter what, the fact that it has come to this is entirely Yan Shuirou's own doing; she has reaped what she has sown, and it has nothing to do with Yan Xiaye at all.
Trembling, Li Beicheng signed the critical condition notice and dismissed the doctor, then turned around with a ferocious glare at Yan Xiaye, unable to find even a trace of guilt or unease on her face.
The next second, the man seemed to possess immense strength as he grabbed Yan Xiaye from the ground, threw her heavily at the doorstep of the operating room, pointed at the door and yelled uncontrollably, "Yan Xiaye, all this is caused by you, Shuirou is about to die, kneel down right now!"
"Li Beicheng, if you are capable, then kill me!" Thrown hard onto the cold floor, Yan Xiaye stiffened her neck, her gaze sharp as a knife, not backing down an inch, metaphorically slicing into Li Beicheng's flesh, "Even if you kill me, I will never kneel to Yan Shuirou!"
