Rumor has it that the young master has a hidden illness

Lin Lulu stood there, her eyes filled with intense hatred and resentment as she looked at Jing Sichen.

She simply couldn't believe he had done it.

Before today, she would never have believed it.

But after hearing what he said at the villa, what else could she not believe?

"Why?" Her thin lips trembled, her question heartbroken. "I can tolerate whatever you want to do to me. But why did you treat my uncle like this? Sending someone to break his arm? How could you be so cruel?"

"Broken his arm?" Jing Sichen's face stiffened, his entire body turning to stone. "You think I did it?"

"Who else could it be but you?" she roared at him, a rare occurrence for her. "Didn't you say that day that you were going to break his hand?! We were just having a normal meal in public, and you treat him like this? Do you have any humanity left?"

Hearing Lin Lulu's indiscriminate anger, Jing Sichen's face immediately turned fierce, and he was filled with a tsunami-like rage.

Trying hard to suppress his temper, he told himself that he would settle accounts with her later.

Now that she has witnessed Yan Moshen's arm being broken and mistakenly believes that he did it, it is inevitable that she will feel some anger towards him.

However, the thought that she doubted him based solely on a single angry remark she made that day made it impossible for him to control his temper.

He stepped forward quickly, almost gritting his teeth: "If I said I didn't do it, would you believe me?"

The person who never explains himself is now so patient.

Lin Lulu was stunned.

not him?

Those dark eyes that looked at him were full of sincerity and carried a tenderness that softened his heart.

She was all too familiar with that look in her eyes.

She was captivated by his gaze, which is why she trusted him implicitly even though she didn't know his name.

But he's a fraud!

He's a complete and utter liar!

"I don't believe you!" she glared at him, emphasizing each word. "From now on, I won't believe a single word that comes out of your mouth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Jing Sichen's suppressed anger visibly erupted. His stern gaze fixed on her, his harsh expression filled with an incomparably fierce intensity that made it hard for her to breathe.

She didn't dodge.

She met his anger head-on, as if she were ready to fight to the death.

Just as she felt his large hand was about to choke her, the door to the emergency room opened.

Yan Moshen lay on the stretcher, his hands already secured.

"Doctor? How is he? Is he alright?" Lin Lulu rushed over to ask.

His concerned and anxious expression shocked Jing Sichen so much that he clenched his fists, causing thick veins to bulge on his knuckles. The terrifying aura emanating from his fists made people afraid to approach.

"You injured a few bones in your back, but it should heal with rest. The problem is your arm; it's hard to say what the specifics are yet. We'll have to wait a few more days to see," the doctor said.

Lin Lulu stood stunned beside the stretcher, unsure whether this was good news or bad news.

Looking at Yan Moshen's hand wrapped in bandages, her eyes were filled with guilt.

"Uncle, I'm sorry, I..."

"It's none of your business," Yan Moshen said calmly. "Lulu, don't cry."

"Okay! I won't cry, don't worry about me, just focus on getting better! Don't worry, you'll be alright!" Lin Lulu said urgently. "Didn't you promise to come home with me to see my parents? You said you wouldn't abandon me again! Uncle, I know I was wrong. Now I realize who's the best person for me! You have to give me a chance to repay your kindness! But not in this way! Uncle, I promise you, I'll definitely learn Taekwondo, make myself really, really good at fighting, and then protect you!"