Ling Tian'ao treated the wounds on his face and went straight to the hospital bed, lifting the cover and lying down.
Xia Zhisu couldn't help but say as she looked at his face, "Why do you always get into fights, ruining such a handsome face of yours—what good does it do for you?"
Ling Tian'ao, hugging her shoulders, said, "Dongye Runyi has the gall to shit on my head, am I supposed to just endure it?"
"Quanquan was just joking."
"Whether it's a joke or not, we both know the truth! That man is after you! He wants to take you away every chance he gets!"
"That's impossible! I'm already married to you! And we even have a child! Who'd want someone with a husband and child, huh?"
"That's exactly what he wants!! Enough, let's not talk about that persistent guy!" Ling Tian'ao had to admit, "This time, I really owe him one! I truly thought you were a goner!"
She also thought she really was a goner.
Up until the moment of death, she felt it intensely.
