"Serve this young master well, and only then will you have the right to negotiate with me." Dropping these ice-cold words, Rong Che turned and walked away.
In the spacious VIP ward, An Ruoxue was left all alone. The room instantly grew quiet—or rather, so quiet that it made An Ruoxue feel utterly desolate.
With a soft thud, An Ruoxue's frail body collapsed onto the hospital bed. Her hands gripped the pristine white sheets so tightly that the previously smooth fabric was now a mass of wrinkles.
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