"Second Brother!" At this moment, Huangfu Jianchen hurried over and asked anxiously, "Second Brother, what happened to Mi Yao? I heard she had an accident?"
Feng Yueming opened his eyes to glance at Huangfu Jianchen, "Jianchen, why are you here?"
"Second Brother, don't worry about how I got here. What exactly happened to Mi Yao? Is she in the operating room? I heard she slit her wrists. Why?"
Feng Yueming was covered in blood, even his handsome cheeks smeared with it. He furrowed his brows, his aura notably intense, "Jianchen, I've told you before, Mi Yao is my woman, so now, go back!"
Huangfu Jianchen grabbed his own hair and lowered his voice as he contained his anger, "Second Brother, how do you treat your woman? You drove her to a dead end. If she hadn't felt it was impossible to go on living, why would she choose to slit her wrists?"
