Chi Huan could see he was struggling to bear the pain, and this pain wasn't fake.
After the car accident, being dropped down again was like a heavy blow following a serious injury. The fact that he hadn't made a sound already made him man enough, yet he still had the strength to death-grip her wrist without letting go.
Mo Shiqian was already walking over.
His eyes fixed on Chi Huan's wrist, now red from the grip, as he slowly voiced a line with a hint of a smile, "Not bad, quite bold," the man murmured softly and deeply, "And you, Huanhuan, do you want his leg, or would you rather be my mistress?"
The hospital room, lit even during the daytime, shouldn't have any shadows, but this man, standing half a meter behind her, still gave the illusion of one.
Chi Huan couldn't pull her hand back and could only tilt her head to look at the man.
In truth, she was afraid of him.