Wong Qifu's fragile appearance only lasted for a moment before she reined it in.
She broke free from Xu Ke's embrace and turned to pick up a tissue from beside her.
Xu Ke felt an instant sense of emptiness in his chest.
Just then,
sudden knocking sounds came from the door.
"Family Head, there's a call from the Ye Family."
"A call?"
Wong Qifu spoke, "Bring it in."
Someone entered from outside.
When he saw Xu Ke standing there, he was immediately dumbstruck.
What was going on?
"Give it to me," Wong Qifu extended her hand, her tone growing heavier.
Clearly, she didn't want the person to keep gazing at Xu Ke.
That person immediately dared not look at Xu Ke any longer and turned around to pass the cell phone to Wong Qifu.
"You may leave now."
Wong Qifu said.
"Yes."
The person left the sickroom, and before exiting, his gaze still carried a hint of shock.
He had also been present just now.
Hadn't Xu Ke been stabbed straight through the heart?
How was he still alive?
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