Nan Zhifeng this time had also made a great gain.
But, she was not satisfied with just that.
She quickly washed up, changed her clothes, and immediately went to the next room to find Luo Manhua.
"Nan Zhifeng!"
Luo Manhua, who hadn't slept all night either, had a terrible complexion and began cursing at the sight of Nan Zhifeng—
"Are you sick? I'm helping you out here, but can't even ask a few questions, and your people locked me up. When I said more, they covered my mouth and dragged me away. If I resisted further, were they going to lay hands on me?"
"Yes." Nan Zhifeng was unapologetic, "In front of them, you'd better not throw tantrums or else they really will get physical. If fists fly and something happens, I won't take responsibility."
"You..." Luo Manhua was about to explode with anger.
"Get ready. We're leaving for the hospital in ten minutes," Nan Zhifeng commanded, "Yesterday's drama isn't over yet."