Jianxiong, who had just returned to his room, heard the shouting outside and immediately opened the door to come out, just in time to bump into Lu Chen next to him.
"What happened?"
Jianxiong shook his head and upon entering the room, he saw Zhao Xiwen's leg bent at a ninety-degree angle, the injury even worse than before.
With new injuries on top of old ones, she was in so much pain that her face turned red, and large beads of sweat dripped from her bangs, her nose running and tears streaming down her face.
"It's nothing, just here to fulfill our agreement,"
Su Mo looked at the woman on the bed with disgust, finding her repeated provocations extremely annoying.
Chu Mengyao shrank into a corner of the room, her body trembling, appearing pitifully delicate.
Even though she didn't speak, Su Mo had no intention of letting her off, squatting down in front of her with a smile, "Spreading rumors is easy, running my legs off is hard, right, senior sister?"