"If Old Xi wakes up tomorrow, he might want to kill Song Sizhi."
Heh—Mr. Gu let out a disdainful sneer: "Who's going to kill who, that's yet to be seen!"
"You—"
"You better tell Xi Xiuzhe to stay away from Song Sizhi from now on, he'd better be careful not to die on Song Sizhi's operating table."
With that, Mr. Gu hung up the phone.
He turned and kissed Mrs. Gu on the cheek.
"Sleepy?"
"Hmm," Mrs. Gu replied lazily.
"Sweetheart, climb back and sleep now."
"What about you?"
"I'll take a shower and come, be good."
Jiang Muwan was still thinking about Song Sizhi.
She climbed back and before going to sleep, she picked up her phone and called Song Sizhi.
Still, no one answered.
The next day.
Xi Xiuzhe woke up from his slumber and immediately saw the familiar ceiling.
Perhaps last night when sleeping, Xiao Yanli hadn't drawn the curtains, so when Xi Xiuzhe opened his eyes, the sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling window, making it quite dazzling.
