"Ha!" Zhou Manli laughed in anger. "Are you threatening me? Men! Throw her out! What did I hire you for? Can't you even block a person?! Ah—"

The moment her voice fell, Song Yaoyao's patience had reached its limit.

She dragged Zhou Manli across the room and threw her out. As she closed the door, Song Yaoyao looked into Huo Jiu's eyes. "I'll have to trouble you."

Huo Jiu lowered his head with respect.

"Don't worry."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand politely. "Mrs. Song, please rest outside for a bit."

Unlike Huo Qi who was lively and vibrant, this youth was cold down to the bone.

Zhou Manli was like a chicken being held by the neck. Her eyes widened and she pointed at the sealed room, "What is she doing? What is she doing to my Jingwan?!"

"Mrs. Song, this is a society with laws and Miss Song is a civil person." As soon as Huo Jiu finished speaking, a loud scream was heard coming from the room. 

"Song Yaoyao! Don't come near me!" 

"Mom! Mom, save me!" 

"Jingwan!" Zhou Manli's eyelid twitched and she almost lost her mind. She wanted to rush into the room, but the men that Huo Jiu brought with him quickly blocked her way.

Huo Jiu flicked the hem of his shirt and said casually, "Mrs. Song, don't worry, your daughter's reaction is a little exaggerated."

Song Jingwan was in the wrong; it had absolutely nothing to do with Song Yaoyao.

Zhou Manli was furious and almost ground her teeth to powder.

A civil person? Was this something that a civilized person would do?!

Inside the hospital room.

Song Jingwan rolled her eyes as she kicked her feet in bed. Her hand, which was still attached to a drip, was swollen like a bun due to her struggles. A bit of red blood back flowed into the drip bag.

"Ugh... No..."

Two lines of tears flowed out from the corners of Song Jingwan's eyes and disappeared into her hair.

She opened her mouth as she tried to catch her breath. The girl who was holding onto her neck was beautiful, but her smile seemed to be frozen.

"What have you done? How dare you call me a jinx? Did I even see Song Wenchuan before the accident? He clearly avoided a calamity before, how did he get hurt in the end?"

Song Yaoyao suddenly let go and Song Jingwan collapsed on the floor with a bang. She held onto her neck and coughed furiously.

Her eyes were filled with fear as she looked at Song Yaoyao.

"I told you not to provoke me!"

Song Jingwan's throat was injured, so her voice was slightly raspy like a broken fan. "I, cough, cough, cough... I don't know what you're talking about... Ah!" 

She could not possibly tell Song Yaoyao that it was because of a random thought.

How could a disaster or an accident happen because of a simple thought?

Before she finished with her pointless lies, Song Yaoyao latched onto her hair and sneered. As she tightened her grip, she tugged on her scalp and raised her head.

Song Jingwan was too afraid to look her in the eyes, but she assumed that she would never kill her.

"Even if you kill me, my answer is the same! I really don't know!" 

A fire burned in her eyes and it grew fiercer.

How could Song Yaoyao treat her like that?!

If she didn't die today then things would never be over between them.

Song Yaoyao pushed her back onto the bed and pulled out a wet tissue to wipe her hands.

All of a sudden, she asked, "Do you know what condition Song Wenchuan is in?"

"Wh-what?" Song Jingwan was stunned by the sudden change in topic.

Song Yaoyao glanced down, minding her own business. "He has fractured limbs, broken ribs, and his internal organs suffered varying degrees of injury. He also had a serious head trauma and he was in the emergency operating theater for over 20 hours.