It's True That I Never Treated You Like My Sister

Song Jingwan opened her mouth and watched this scene without speaking or moving.

Seeing this scene, the nurse ran over quickly, sweating profusely "Mr. Song! Mr. Song, are you okay?"

"Where's the doctor?! Hurry, come check on Mr. Song!"

The nurses ran quickly. First, they checked Song Wenchuan's heart rate; it was fast but normal.

"He's fine. He was probably too agitated so he fainted. Help him back—"

"What were you saying about me?"

At that moment, the man in the wheelchair slowly awoke. His voice was deeper than in the past. He lifted his hands and massaged his temples.

A pair of eyes as sharp as a falcon's shot through the crowd straight at Song Jingwan.

"And you, what did you just say?" He raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes.

Song Jingwan felt her heart race in fear. It was as though an invisible pair of hands were strangling her neck.