Since waking up, Tang Yan had been like a walking corpse, but at this moment he was like an awakened lion, full of rage and loathing.
The wound had been torn open; his face was expressionless, but the sweat on his forehead betrayed him.
Song Qi knew he must be in great pain, but he bit his lip in silence, radiating a chill that seemed capable of freezing someone to death.
"Jiang Wei, have you had enough? Can't you see how much Tang Yan is suffering?" Song Qi couldn't help but shout angrily, but Jiang Wei's expression remained unchanged.
"She colluded with Cheng Peng to set you up. Now that you're seriously injured, she hasn't come to see you at all. She must have succeeded in her scheme and will never appear again. Is such a woman really worth your love?"
Jiang Wei's words were like a series of sharp knives cutting into Tang Yan's heart.
Unable to bear it any longer, Tang Yan let out a heart-wrenching roar, "Get out!"
