He truly flew out, his entire body crashing into the wall outside the hospital room, then slumped to the ground, his hand still tightly gripping a fruit knife.
When Luo Qianqian arrived at the hospital room, she saw Jimo Cheng standing in the middle like a savior, maintaining the pose of kicking someone. She hurried to her mother's side, only to find An Zilan holding soup and staring like she was watching a monkey, taking a long time to react.
Surrounded by people with worried expressions, An Zilan finally connected the woman who had burst in with the words spoken. "Did she call me the wretched woman?"
Seeing that her mother didn't seem hurt, Luo Qianqian hurried over to Jimo Cheng's side. Jimo Cheng had already regained his posture and, showing a smile, said to her, "I'm fine."
