But his lips looked chapped, as if Jiang Yuning had not taken good care of him.
"Zhan Xiaohan... you're still lying in bed, it seems you're not having as good a time as I'd imagined."
That's good...
She didn't hope for him to be too happy.
Too happy, who would remember her lost child, who would remember how hard a little adopted daughter tried to endure the torment from the Zhan Family and Jiang Family?
But all of this could no longer hurt her the slightest bit!
Jiang Ruan walked step by step to the machine beside the man's hospital bed—by pulling out the oxygen tube, he would die, wouldn't he?
But she wouldn't do that.
Jiang Ruan lifted the cup.
She was no bodhisattva, dripping a drop of water by the man's lips to sustain his life, only so that he could hear what she had to say.
"Zhan Xiaohan... you insisted on aborting my child, now that the child is dead, how should I punish you?"
At that moment, the sound of footsteps came from outside.