"Matriarch!"
He Si was driving. When she saw Nong Cuiru wake up, she recounted Jiang Xinghai's warning word for word.
"Damn it! Damn it all!"
Nong Cuiru roared like a madwoman, but the swelling in her cheeks made her wince in pain. "My hatred will never be quenched until that little bastard is dead!"
"Matriarch, I checked the young master's injuries. That… place of his… it really seems to be ruined." A blush appeared on He Si's cold, beautiful face, but it was overshadowed by furious hatred.
"Zixing!"
Only then did Nong Cuiru recall the recent events. She turned to look at the unconscious He Zixing in the back seat and began to examine him with trembling hands.
"Jiang! Xing! Hai!"
After a thorough check, Nong Cuiru's resentful roar echoed once more. "You destroyed my grandson! You destroyed him… I… Thankfully, the family still has a Thousand-year-old Ganoderma. I hope it can help my grandson recover… But that little punk, Jiang Xinghai… I'm going to flay him alive tonight!"
