City Hospital VIP ward, Mu Haiyun slowly regained consciousness, her face even paler than before due to the shock, almost bloodless.
Shen Xin was by the bedside, her eyes filled with intense hatred.
"Mom?"
Just as Mu Haiyun opened her mouth, she heard a low, soft laugh ring out in the room, filled with demonic audacity, lacking any gentle concern typically shown to visiting a patient.
At the moment she heard the laughter, Mu Haiyun's body stiffened, her pale face showing a glimmer of fear in her beautiful eyes.
"Cousin?"
On the sofa in the ward, Shen Tiancheng sat lazily with one long leg casually propped up, the other leg crossed over it, looking carefree and idle, as if enjoying the comforts of home.
When Mu Haiyun looked at him, he slightly curled his lips into a mischievous smile, his eyes cold and dim.
"The feeling of reaping what you sow, isn't it wonderful?"
The lazy voice seemingly mocked a clown's folly.
