"I heard that she fainted from pain several times, barely waking up before she passed out again from the agony."
Fu Ning was brewing chrysanthemum tea for Chu Qianli.
Now the place was in chaos, and Chu Minghao and Gui Tong had no energy to pay attention to them, leaving this secluded room quiet and peaceful.
Chu Qianli took a sip of the warm flower tea, smiling faintly.
"The bullet head is still lodged in her flesh, how could she not be in pain? As long as it's not removed, she won't have a day of ease."
You can't blame me for being ruthless.
That woman, Chu Feiyan, was indeed too crazy. If we keep entangled like this, it doesn't matter if I get hurt, but I fear Chu Feiyan might kill Fu Ning.
How could I allow Fu Ning to remain in danger forever?
"She won't be able to do any evil for some time now, and both of us can breathe a sigh of relief."
Being targeted by a mad dog is a very troublesome matter, one careless move and you could really get bitten.