The slap did not land on Li Jiaqi's face, a large hand came from behind and grabbed Yan Xiruo's hand, pushing her back forcefully.
Yan Xiruo was ready to explode, but when she saw who it was, her ferocity instantly diminished.
It's Anthony!
Anthony chuckled softly and then glanced at Li Jiaqi.
"Enough, stop making a scene here. All of you, go out!"
Li Jiaqi silently looked at He Yingdong lying on the sickbed once more, then turned to leave.
Standing outside the hospital room, she looked through the window.
Anthony was holding a phone, seemingly showing someone's condition to He Yingdong.
Turning around, facing Yan Xiruo's resentful eyes, Li Jiaqi felt so cold, so tired. After staying up all night, she felt she was at her limit.
At this moment, she felt like a sinner in front of the whole world.
"Qiqi..."
A familiar voice called.
Li Jiaqi turned her head and saw Ye Huanyan and Lie Xunjue hurriedly walking in from outside.
Lie Xunjue was followed by many bodyguards.
