Meng Qingge dragged her broken body downstairs. After washing up and putting on her clothes, she went downstairs.
Although it was only the distance from the second floor to the first floor, Meng Qingge, who usually took the stairs, chose to take the elevator.
She really couldn't walk down the stairs. She felt as if her waist was broken …
Meng Qingge had just sat down on the sofa in the living room when she heard the sound of a sportscar approaching from afar. She frowned slightly. "Why did Ji Wanzhou come back at noon?"
Not long later, he saw Ji Wanzhou walk into the hall.
Meng Qingge looked at the high-spirited Ji Wanzhou and frowned again. It was clearly the same thing they had done, but why did he look fine and even more spirited? She felt like her body was torn apart and she had to rely on one breath to keep herself alive...