The man kneeling on the carpet had only one thought: It's over!
This big freak, when in a bad mood, enjoyed torturing people. And from his expression alone, you couldn't tell he was upset—people only realized it after he'd finished tormenting them: Oh, Young Master Zhi is in a bad mood, huh.
He asked indifferently, "Is he dead?"
"No."
Still indifferent: "Call Xiao Yi over."
"Yes."
After giving the order, he picked up the dagger again, placed it on the fire to reheat it, and ignored the kneeling man from start to end: "Why is she so disobedient."
He? Or she?
The man slumped on the floor, his back cold.
Three hours after the surgery, Zhou Xufang woke up. Only Jiang Zhi was in the hospital room, leaning over her bed.
She was weak, her voice barely a whisper: "Jiang... Zhi..."
Jiang Zhi immediately looked up.
"Are you hurt?" He was wearing hospital attire.
"No, the hospital didn't have any other clothes."
