"Knock knock knock!" The sound of knocking interrupted the two people's conversation.
Lan Ji stood up displeased and went to open the door.
Zhou Mucheng saw the person opening the door and was momentarily stunned. He stepped back twice, checked the room number to make sure he wasn't mistaken, "Is Ling Yue here?"
"You're Zhou Mucheng?" Lan Ji's unfriendly gaze fell upon Zhou Mucheng. He looked decent but didn't act like a decent person.
"Who are you?" Zhou Mucheng saw Ling Yue behind Lan Ji and tried to step inside.
But Lan Ji blocked him, "This place is not for dogs like you to enter."
Zhou Mucheng got angry and threw a punch at Lan Ji. His martial skills were quite formidable, which was why his family had designated him as the future head of the Zhou family.
Of course, he also had a secret identity unknown to others - the leader of the Fighting Wolves Group, the strongest mysterious force in Xia Country. Every member was carefully selected, and it was no exaggeration to say that each one had the power to take on a hundred opponents.
Lan Ji disdainfully curled his lips and met Zhou Mucheng's attack with his fist.
Zhou Mucheng became more and more shocked as the fight went on. They had exchanged around twenty moves, yet he hadn't even touched Lan Ji's clothes, while he himself had been pummeled countless times. Just who was this person? How could he be so strong?
Lan Ji kicked Zhou Mucheng in the stomach, and he flew out like a kite with its string cut, crashing hard against the opposite neighbor's wall before heavily dropping to the ground, his face contorted in pain.
Lan Ji disdainfully glanced at the battered and bruised Zhou Mucheng on the ground, took out a handkerchief, and carefully wiped each finger, "Don't come looking for Yue Yue again, or I'll beat you up every time I see you." It was good that Zhou Mucheng had broken off the engagement with Yue Yue, otherwise marrying such a waste would have been too much of an insult for Yue Yue, who deserved the best.
Zhou Mucheng clutched his stomach and slowly climbed up from the ground, his gaze falling on Ling Yue's face, "Ling Yue..." He wanted to know her stance. She had loved him so much before, surely she would feel pity for him now.
Ling Yue gave Zhou Mucheng an ambiguous look and said to Lan Ji, "Don't bother with him. Close the door, let's go have breakfast." Even if Zhou Mucheng died right in front of her, her heart wouldn't have the slightest ripple.
"Alright!" Lan Ji tossed away the handkerchief, gave Zhou Mucheng a taunting smile, and shut the door in his face.
Zhou Mucheng stared at the door in front of him, occasionally hearing the sounds of laughter from inside, and a indescribable feeling welled up in his heart, as if someone was squeezing his heart, making it feel stuffy and painful.
It seemed she really didn't care about him anymore. Before, whenever she saw him, she would blush and sneak glances at him. If he accidentally bumped into something, there would be concern in her eyes, but now she remained unmoved and even closed the door in his face.
His phone rang at that moment, and Zhou Mucheng took it out to see it was Ling Meng calling. He pressed the reject button. He didn't want to talk to anyone right now.
The phone rang again, and Zhou Mucheng rejected it again.
Seeing her call rejected once more, Ling Meng's mood instantly turned sour.
"Meng Meng, don't call anymore. The doctor is here, let's go to the operating room," Yang Xiner reached out to take the phone from Ling Meng's hand.
"Get lost! I don't want to see you," Ling Meng pushed Yang Xiner away. If not for her, she wouldn't have been disfigured by the fire.
Yang Xiner staggered a few steps before regaining her balance, tears flowing uncontrollably. For the past few days, her daughter hated her, Ling Tianzheng didn't speak to her either and stayed at some other woman's place every day. What had she done wrong? Why were they treating her like this? Everything she did was for them, wasn't it? Where had she made a mistake?
