The young man grabbed his collar and forced him to stand up from the ground.
"If you want to die, I won't stop you," the young man's voice was soft, drifting like clouds into his ears, "but if you involve mom, I'll kill you first."
After speaking, Rong Zhi let go of him, turned around, and left the corridor.
Rong Fengmian's eyes filled with terrifying blood-red veins, and his gaze towards Rong Zhi was as if he were looking at a fearsome devil.
His scalp burned, his stomach churned in pain, and as he retched and gasped, he suddenly clutched his collar and vomited blood with a 'wah'.
Rong Zhi, who had just walked a few steps away, naturally heard it.
She didn't want to care.
If Rong Fengmian wasn't taught a lesson, he would continue to be used as a weapon and then target He Songzhi next time.
She had a pretty bad temper, and if Rong Meng really dared to use He Songzhi against her, she wouldn't mind sending Rong Meng on her way directly.
Returning to the hospital room.
