"So, I have absolutely no chance anymore?" Han Xiujie asked, still unwilling to give up.
"No, even if I wasn't married, you still wouldn't have a chance. Whether it's because of your dad that you broke up with me, or for some other reason, it's all the same."
The overpass connected two buildings of the hospital. Standing in the corridors of these two buildings, one could clearly see the scenery above. And just as Mi Jing was pushing Han Xiujie onto the overpass, this scene caught the eyes of a few people.
"Isn't that Han Xiujie, that ungrateful wretch?"
Outside the corridor on the fourth floor of the inpatient building, a middle-aged woman dressed in luxurious clothes looked furious, her angry and resentful gaze fixed on Han Xiujie.
"He's here..."
