As the numbness from the anesthesia wore off, Xia Yiwan's wounds began to throb with pain.
Seeing Si Mo approach, she gritted her teeth and grabbed his hand, "Today is your birthday, and I haven't given you a birthday present."
"You've already given me the best present," Si Mo held her hand, his voice choking with emotion.
"You and Xiaoyi are the best gifts God has ever given me."
Xia Yiwan smiled.
Somewhere in Jin City
With a smug lift of her eyebrows, Jiang Mengyao lounged on her chair, casually scrolling through V-Bo.
She had been sitting in a car at a distance, silently watching, when Xia Yiwan's accident happened today.
Because the person who hit Yan Xia was someone she had hired.
Judging from all the blood Xia Yiwan lost, she thought it was more likely bad news than good for her.
As for Yan Xia, after hitting Xia Yiwan...
Jiang Mengyao's lips curled into a cold smile as she pondered.
Actually, she didn't want to be this cruel.