"Don't drink too much! Tonight, I'll decide. Come on, I'll take you to drink some soup."
The car quickly drove out of the villa area. Chen Wenyu, who was standing on the second floor, only retracted her gaze after the car completely disappeared into the night.
"Guotao, it was Mi Wan who brought Mi Jing here. She wants to take all your assets!" Chen Wenyu angrily walked to the bedside and complained harshly.
"We'll talk about this later. Take me to the hospital." The pain hadn't subsided for a long time. Song Guotao held his vitals with both hands, his face still pale with pain.
Could he really be seriously injured?
Chen Wenyu thought in horror, covering her gaping mouth, "Guotao, you... you..."
"Help me get dressed quickly!"
Song Guotao was already seething with anger. Now, with Chen Wenyu stammering and dawdling, he became even more impatient, glaring at her and shouting loudly.
"Oh, oh, okay!" Chen Wenyu hurriedly responded, fumbling to help Song Guotao get dressed.
