Yang Shuting stared at him as he drove away and headed for the company. On the way home, Yang Shuting got a call from Ling Weihao. She didn't want to answer, don't want to answer at all, let her phone ring in the bag.

Back home, it was already seven o'clock.

Sitting on the bed, Yang Shuting only felt as if his whole body were going to be broken, and it hurt like hell. She found the medicine for traumatic injury and smeared it gently on the wound, causing sweat on her forehead and biting her lower lip.

Looking at her body scarred, she was sad. Tang Bin never dared...