636, Plan and calculate everything well

Shi Annuo, who had always been elegant and well-mannered, suddenly changed his demeanor, kicking the chair beside him and cursed, "Damn it, say one more word if you dare.".

Han Qianqian didn't say anything else, and Shi Annuo left the hospital room, hurt and furious.

As Shi Annuo closed the door, Han Qianqian looked at Song Qinghuan with a smile: "What do you think, did I do well? Are you satisfied?"

What does this woman want? Has she gone mad?

The words she just said were obviously hurtful. Shi Annuo was hurt, indescribably pained, but she was the one who felt more pain than he did.

All this for a will, for being so cruel to oneself and others?

Han Qianqian took out her own cigarette, about to put it in her mouth. But Song Qinghuan snatched it away, threw it on the ground, and stomped on it.

Song Qinghuan glared at her angrily, "Han Qianqian, what the hell are you trying to do? You're still in the hospital, are you trying to kill yourself by smoking?"