Mu Yiliang lay on the bed, the area where the medicine was applied felt cool, much more comfortable.
"Si Jue..." she cautiously began to speak.
The man shot her a heavy glance, gritting his teeth as he said, "Mu Yiliang, are you stupid? You want her to see the reality, but there's no need to sacrifice yourself! With such tricks and tactics, and still playing at framing? What were you thinking with?"
"Well... I didn't intend for it..." She also didn't expect to be scalded so badly. That's how it's portrayed on TV, she thought it would just get a few splashes and not matter, who knew it would be so severe.
Yan Sijue let out another cold laugh.
"Isn't it your fault at the end of the day... who told you to provoke such a well-connected rival..." she mumbled discontentedly.
"Still daring to argue!" Yan Sijue glared at her.
She had no choice but to fall silent.
The man suppressed his anger, sat beside her, and looked at her reddened arm, his eyes darkened.
