8

8

Shen Qing's phone rang again, and Zhou Xuan impatiently reprimanded.

"If you're sick, see a doctor. Why are you calling me?"

After speaking, Zhou Xuan furiously smashed the phone.

Shen Qing stared at the disconnected call, her face hewed in iron, and she gritted her teeth.

"It's all Chen Tian's fault. If it weren't for her, how could Brother Zhou be mad at me."

"I'm going to destroy her and that little bastard thoroughly. Brother Zhou can only be mine."

Her eyes lowered, a sickly laugh emanating from her as she silently took out her phone and sent a message to someone.

Over the years, following Zhou Xuan, she had gathered quite a bit of information.

Meanwhile, at the National Capital Hospital, I was anxiously waiting for my son's surgery.

I proactively contacted the police, willing to provide evidence of Zhou Xuan's crimes.

In exchange, the police agreed to arrange for a new eyeball for my son.