Li Shaoling, I Miss You…

"Guh…"

Qiao Biluo's eyes tightened. Her lips that were painted full of lipstick opened and closed, while the rest of her face bunched together in pain.

Li Shaoling remained impassive. His eyes were slowly becoming colder and his grip wasn't loosening at all. In fact, it was tightening so firmly that her eyes were rolling back.

Then he suddenly let go, flinging her away like she was a piece of trash.

Like a deflated balloon, Qiao Biluo's entire figure slumped. She coughed as hard as she could, greedily breathing in fresh air.

Beads of tears began to fall as she held her chest with a wounded look. "Shaoling, how could you do this to me?"

Meanwhile, Li Shaoling was plucking out his IV needle and coldly getting off the bed, before going straight for the door.

However, the moment the sickroom door was opened, he found two bodyguards dressed in black and wearing shades standing outside.