Dangerous Passion: The President's VIP Lover

Speaking of which, Xiaobai has been out of everyone's sight for a while...

Shangguan Che frowned.

Sikong Lingge narrated the events of that day in the most concise words.

Shangguan paused, "I will ask someone to check Xiaobai's whereabouts."

Sikong Lingge nodded, relieved, explained a few things the child should pay attention to, and followed Mrs. Feng into Feng's house.

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"How dare you come back... Sikong Lingge, you are quite courageous."

The extremely cold tone rang out the second Sikong Lingge stepped into the living room.

Sikong Lingge frowned, raised his head, and saw Fang Yiren sitting on the sofa.

The hospital gown with blue and white stripes, her hair was loose, and her face was extremely pale, as if she would faint and haggard if she said a word more.

But his gaze was as angry as an arrow, and he glared fiercely at Sikong Lingge.

If eyes could kill, Sikong Lingge would have been killed many times already.

"Your life is tough. You were shot and bled so much, and you didn't go to a regular hospital, but you're still alive." Sikong responded back and forth at the ceremony.

After finishing speaking, Sikong Lingge turned around and walked upstairs.

She has more important things to deal with, and she doesn't have time to argue with Fang Yiren.

"Sikong Lingge, you bitch, stop for me—cough cough cough..." Fang Yiren struggled to get up, grabbed the teacup and threw it towards Sikong Lingge.

It's a pity that she is suffering and has no strength at all.

The cup landed on the long-haired carpet half a meter away, without any shattering, and rolled back to Fang Yiren's feet without any shattering.

Damn!

How dare she even ride a cup on her head!

Fang Yi was so angry that his face was livid, his whole body was shaking, his breathing was short of breath, and he almost passed out on the spot.

She struggled, grabbed the cup, and walked towards Sikong Lingge step by step...

Sikong Lingge stopped and waited for Fang Yiren——

Taking a step is like someone who is about to die...

Sikong Linge snorted coldly, wanting to see what other tricks Fang Yiren could come up with.

Mrs. Feng was afraid that the two would clash again and offend Shangguan Zhixing, and her son's legs were really untreated, so she hurried over to stop her, "Yiren, don't make trouble, you just finished the operation and need to rest."

As he spoke, he cast a glance at the servant.

The servant immediately understood and stepped forward to support Fang Yiren, "Miss Fang, let us help you go back to your room to rest."

"Let go! Who will allow you to touch me?" Fang Yiren yelled angrily, but unfortunately there was no deterrent at all, and she couldn't stop the servant from carrying her away.

"Let go! Let go! I tell you to let go! If you don't let go, I'll kill you!" Fang Yiren yelled hysterically, refusing to leave no matter what.

She couldn't accept that she was actually shot by that stupid woman Sikong Lingge, let alone that she didn't realize just now that the gun in Sikong Lingge's gun had long since run out of bullets, and she had to take people away for nothing. Go, now come back proudly!

"Yiren, go back to your room and rest first. If there's anything you need, we'll talk about it after you recover." Mrs. Feng persuaded her all the way.

Mrs. Feng has never had direct contact with the Raging Fire Group, and she only learned about Shangguan's family from Fang Yiren.