Mu Huangnian whispered in response, "Mmm, I'll take you home later."
She closed her eyes, "Huangnian, if Yan Chu's surgery fails later, after I die, please tell Mo Shiche to take good care of his daughter and Sheng Miao, forget everything that happened in the past, life is too short to waste on love and hate."
Mu Huangnian didn't argue; he just looked down at her tenderly, "Tangtang, do you still hate him?"
"I don't hate him," Luo Qiangwei curved her lips slightly, "It's my fate, I shouldn't hate anyone."
The door to the operating room suddenly swung open.
At the same time footsteps echoed, Luo Qiangwei raised her hand to chamber a round in the gun she held; her stunning face expressionless, watching the medical staff and the stretcher being pushed out.
She even asked calmly, "How is he?"
