"Lies! It's all a lie like always!" She broke down. "Sis…she will never…
The grief of Jia's death stuck in her like a curse as endless tears poured out. She felt so tired and aimless that her mind felt nothing like but a barren road now. There was nowhere to go and nowhere to return to.
Wei tried to hold her, but she shifted and glowered at him. "Don't touch me! I don't…don't want anything to do with a man like you!"
Her words sharply cut through his heart. He stared at her until the corner of his eyes began to sting.
"Yeah. She is right. Get the hell out of here. You are only agitating her," Mingshen coldly spat as he stepped in. He narrowed his eyes in silence.
His expression turned ugly, shooting a nasty stare towards Wei. "When a patient wakes up, you are freaking supposed to call the DOCTOR and not start your sorry speech, Mafia King."
Lihua trembled.
Mafia King.
