Jiang Mian threw away the disinfectant swab in her hand and glared at Fu Sichen, "With the way you look, you're not dying."
After a series of actions, Fu Sichen's wound had been cleaned and wrapped in white gauze.
Now it was Jiang Mian's turn to sit down and "judge" the man in front of her.
"Tell me, how much did the director's group offer to make you, Captain Fu, willing to show up?"
Fu Sichen's thin lips pursed slightly, his interest piqued as he watched the woman with her arms crossed in front of him, "How much does Mrs. Fu think it should take for me to make an appearance?"
Jiang Mian clicked her tongue and silently diverted her gaze.
When did this man start being so electrifying.
It's toxic.
"And I haven't even started on you yet, you really know how to hit your own wife without feeling any pity. You have no idea how much my beautiful legs hurt today."