Xu Mohan cried out in pain, "What are you doing?!"
"For someone who owes their life to me, you can't even say thank you, and you call me stupid. Had I known, I wouldn't have bothered with you. You'd be better off dead!"
She turned to leave.
"Thank you."
Jun Xiangyi turned back to look at him lying in the bed, feeling slightly relieved at heart, "You do have a bit of conscience. Seeing that you won't die just yet, I'm leaving."
Xu Mohan lay there, his entire body in extreme pain.
At this time, he still didn't forget to take out his phone and make a call to Nan Yuesheng.
"Why haven't you come back?"
"I have some business out of town that needs about ten days, take good care of Zhuozheng."
"What business takes so many days?" Nan Yuesheng pressed.
"It's not convenient to talk about it, I'm hanging up now."
