Jun Mochan still believed in Ye Ranran in his heart.
No matter what, she wouldn't betray him.
And all of this was Fu Rong's scheme.
He wanted to break them apart and take advantage of the situation.
After figuring this out, he felt much clearer, his mind quickly calming down.
"She's in the shower now, can't talk." Fu Rong quickly hung up the phone.
At this moment, Ye Ranran came in from outside with Tang Sheng.
The bandages on Fu Rong's body were stained with blood again.
Moreover, because Fu Rong had hung up the phone with too much force, he didn't pay attention to the wound, and it had torn even more seriously.
"Do you not care about your life?" Tang Sheng scoffed, "If this continues, I won't be able to save you."
The wound was splitting open, severely, and with each reopening, the pain intensified.
Does he not feel the pain at all?
Fu Rong didn't speak, just looked intensely at Ye Ranran, hoping to see a trace of worry or concern in her eyes.
