What does he want to do?
"You should go to the hospital now," Qiao Chuchu said.
She didn't want to see Fu Ziqian anymore.
She could still taste the blood in her mouth, it was disgusting.
"No," Fu Ziqian said coldly, "it's just a small wound...it won't kill me."
"..."
Qiao Chuchu was at a loss for words.
A small wound?
If it's really just a small wound, how could it bleed so much?
"Fu Ziqian, what do you actually want?" Qiao Chuchu gritted her teeth, glaring at Fu Ziqian.
She wanted to speak calmly with Fu Ziqian, but this man always knew how to make her angry.
She felt like she turned into a bomb when facing Fu Ziqian, ready to explode at any moment.
Normally, she was a gentle woman with a good temper.
"I'm not threatening you," Fu Ziqian looked at Qiao Chuchu and said, "This wound really is nothing."
"..."
He's not threatening her?
He's not threatening her?
Dare he say he's really not threatening her?
He clearly was threatening her!
