Li Zecheng covered his head with his hand and looked at Qiao An, who had lost her mind. He said fiercely, "Qiao An, you're crazy."
Qiao An said fiercely, "Yes, I've been crazy since you pushed me to the kidnappers in the ruins. Li Zecheng, I survived because I wanted to drag you to hell with me."
Li Zecheng saw Qiao An's ferocious and twisted expression. At that moment, he firmly believed that Qiao An would really kill him.
He was more or less terrified as he crawled out with his clothes.
Li Zecheng called Third Madam and told her that he had been injured by Qiao An. Third Madam shouted crazily on the phone, "Qiao An hit you. Don't you know how to hit her back? Can a man like you take advantage of her?"
Li Zecheng said angrily, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Get me a doctor immediately."
"Get a doctor? Son, is your injury serious?" Third Madam was worried to death.
