The mysterious woman who married Huo Qi Chen was Jian Mo. It goes without saying how explosive this news was. They used the media and public opinion to push the atmosphere to a climax.

After half a century of silence, Jian Mo finally opened her eyes and retorted sharply, "I'm not like you, using marriage to hype things up by any means necessary."

Huo Qichen's expression was cold and expressionless.

"I'm using marriage as a hype, and no matter who says that, you can't say that."

She stiffened slightly.

He took out his cell phone, answered the call, turned around and walked out of the ward. His cold and solemn back seemed to say that he came here today to give her a chance. Since she didn't accept it, he didn't need to show mercy.

He couldn't see the gloom in her eyes when he told the media that he would announce the marriage.

Once the news of Huo Qichen's marriage was revealed, it meant that his previous protection of her would no longer exist.

Jian Mo took a deep breath, not knowing what the depression floating in the deepest part of her heart was.

She scrolled through her address book for a long time but couldn't find the right person. Finally, she nervously called Qingying. She was surprised when she answered the phone, "Jian Mo?"

"Can you pick me up from the hospital?"

Jian Mo could not have imagined that in such a big city like Haicheng, she did not have a single trustworthy friend to rely on.

Every person I have met over such a long time has a close relationship with Huo Qichen.

Not long after, Qingying appeared in the VIP ward. Seeing Jian Mo covered in wounds, she was shocked. "Hey, where did you go to fight?"