"You dare to come back... Sikong Lingge, you are very brave."
A cold tone sounded the second Sikong listened to the living room.
Sikong Lingge frowned, raised his head and saw Fang Yiren sitting on the sofa.
The blue and white striped hospital gown has a loose hair and a very pale face, as if one more word will make you faint and haggard.
But his eyes were as angry as an arrow and stared at Sikong Lingge fiercely.
If the eyes could be killed, Sikong Lingge would have been killed many times long ago.
"You are very life-threatening. You have been shot and shed so much blood. If you haven't been to a regular hospital, you can still live." Sikong replied in response.
After saying that, Sikong Lingge turned around and walked upstairs.
She has more important things to deal with and has no time to quarrel with Fang Yiren.
"Sikong Lingge, you a slutty woman, stand me up and cough cough..." Fang Yiren struggled to get up, grabbed the teacup and threw it towards Sikong Lingge.
Unfortunately, she was suffering without any strength.
The cup fell on the long-haired carpet half a meter away without any shattering. It rolled back to Fang Yiren's feet.
Damn it!
He actually dared to ride on her head even a cup!
Fang Yiren's face turned pale, her whole body was trembling, her breathing was rapid, and she almost fainted on the spot.
She struggled, grabbed the cup, and walked towards Sikong Lingge step by step...
Sikong Lingge stopped and waited for Fang Yiren
One step is like a person who is about to die...[
Sikong Lingge snorted coldly, wanting to see what other tricks Fang Yiren could have.
Mrs. Feng was afraid that the two of them would have another conflict, which angered Shangguan Zhixing. No one would treat her son's legs. She hurried over and stopped her, "Yiren, stop making trouble. You just finished the surgery and need a rest."
As he said that, he gave a look at the servant.
The servant immediately understood and stepped forward to help Fang Yiren, "Miss Fang, let's help you go back to your room to rest."
"Let go! Who is the one who will touch me?" Fang Yiren roared, but unfortunately there was no deterrent force at all, so he could not stop her at all. The servant took her away.
"Let go! Let go! I tell you to let go! If you don't let go, I will kill you!" Fang Yiren roared hysterically, and refused to leave no matter what.
She couldn't accept it. She was actually shot by the stupid woman Sikong Lingge, and she couldn't accept it. She didn't notice it just now. The gun in Sikong Ling's singer had long been gone, so she took the person in vain.
Let's go, now I'm back arrogantly!
"Yiren, go back to your room to rest first. If you have anything to do, wait until your health is better." Mrs. Feng persuaded her all the way.
Mrs. Feng had never had a direct contact with the Liehuo Group. All the news about the Shangguan family was learned from Fang Yiren.