Wen Xiangyang felt even more ashamed by Mu Lingqian's words. After a while, she responded in a voice quieter than a mosquito's hum, "I understand."
"You really have the ability to infuriate me to death!" Mu Lingqian's fists clenched slightly, he had a strong urge to rip Wen Xiangyang into pieces. This woman, this damnable woman, he really wanted to strangle her!
Wen Xiangyang didn't know why Mu Lingqian was so angry. It should be her who was mad, so why did Mu Lingqian hate Zhao Xi'er even more than her?
Mu Lingqian had genuinely wanted to strangle Zhao Xi'er earlier; it was not a bluff.
Seeing Wen Xiangyang still looking at him innocently, Mu Lingqian, furious, pinned her against the hallway wall of the hospital. One arm pressed against her neck, he leaned in, glaring into her eyes at a close distance. In his eyes was a burning rage.
Wen Xiangyang felt tense from Mu Lingqian's emotions.