His eyes filled with a desperate terror, he raised his head, and with a trembling body, he pleaded to Mr. Chen.
"Your company?"
And it was at this moment that a bland voice suddenly rang out, "What company of yours?"
"Do you still have a company now?"
Xiao Yifei lounged on the sofa, a mobile phone in his hand, his eyes filled with mocking as he looked toward Jiang Hu.
The originally groveling Jiang Hu, who had been crying and screaming in front of Mr. Chen, became even more abruptly stuck on hearing Xiao Yifei's words.
And right next to Mr. Chen, Jin Ling, who had been on the ground sniffling and weeping, had even reached out to hug Mr. Chen's thigh, but she too couldn't help but halt abruptly upon hearing Xiao Yifei's words.
The hospital room, which had been noisy just a moment ago, suddenly became very quiet.
