Pei Chenyang stayed with Zhao Mengmeng for two hours before she slowly came to.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she almost passed out again at the sight of Kus, the profligate.
At that moment, Zhao Mengmeng had the urge to drink his blood.
Without a word, she swung her fist and smashed it toward him.
"What are you still doing here?" her voice was sharp, Pei Chenyang's brow twitched slightly, thinking to not scare the baby.
"You're awake? How do you feel? Are you alright?" He took the opportunity to grab Zhao Mengmeng's hand and asked gently.
It was as if he completely disregarded her rage, and to Zhao Mengmeng, it was like throwing a punch that landed only on cotton.
For Zhao Mengmeng in her anger, this was not a fun situation.
"It has nothing to do with you, get away from me." Zhao Mengmeng got up from the bed and slipped her feet into her shoes.
She wanted to leave, to leave immediately, to go far away.