Xiaolu's fair face displayed not a single superfluous expression.
Zhu Jingxuan felt the pain, and he had to submit.
"Fine, let go, and I will leave immediately," he said.
Upon hearing this, Xiaolu relaxed her grip, and Zhu Jingxuan's pain eased.
He turned around and looked at Xiaolu again; however, the spirited young woman before him was glaring at him fiercely.
"I'll be leaving first then, we can talk some other time."
Reluctantly, he walked towards the door, but stopped when he reached it and turned to look at Sister Rong on the hospital bed.
"Sister Rong, don't be afraid, it will be fine," Zhou Chucheng comforted.
"You leave as well," Xiaolu said bluntly in a low voice.
Zhou Chucheng looked up in surprise, but Xiaolu's gaze was cold and murderous.
"Don't force me to use force."
She was holding back her anger, with both hands already clenched into fists.
