"Li Bowen! I'll fuck you!" Xiaobai casually picked up a vase on the porch and threw it at the man. The man dodged slightly, looked back at the broken pieces of the vase, and let out a tut.
Xiaobai's left hand dragging the suitcase trembled, "Are you in a critical condition?! Dying?! 'You even murmured your name before you fainted'?!"
The uncle butler on the side was wiping his sweat with a handkerchief. If Xiaobai hadn't been standing there blocking the door, he would have left the scene of the car accident long ago, okay?