"Zhou Lin, I'm going to kill you, you scum," Meng Qiancheng struggled and roared.
Zhou Lin's arms tightened, his gaze fixed on President Wang, "Send the person over, just keep them breathing."
Then he strode away.
...
Headache.
Every part of the body ached.
Cheng Zhiwei felt as if she would die the next second, and thought it might be better to die than to suffer such pain.
But if she died, to whom would she tell her hatred?
From somewhere, she found the strength to struggle and open her eyes.
The sobbing voice of Wang Mei followed, "She's awake, the Young Madam is awake."
Cheng Zhiwei dully watched the IV bag above her head, the cold liquid dripping down.
Her blurry focus slowly gathered, and with a slight turn of her gaze, it landed on Wang Mei. She opened her mouth, silently saying, "Aunt Wang."
Wang Mei wiped her tears and repeatedly said, "I'm here, I'm here, Young Madam, don't be afraid, I'm here, and the young master is also here."
