Responsible

The people abandoned the initially lively villa. Shi Qian got up from the ground.

The corner of her lips moved sparingly, and she smiled bitterly.

She knew Shi Yaorong would still believe she did it whether or not she pushed Shi Muxue.

Shi Muxue was only a few months younger than Shi Qian. During her mother’s pregnancy, Shi Yaorong had already hooked up with Song Yuzhi.

Hence, from the time she could remember until her mother passed away, she had always been cold to Shi Yaorong.

Shi Yaorong was sick of his mother’s cold attitude, and at the same time, he was sick of her.

Six years ago, when her mother passed away, Song Yuzhi and her daughtered joined the family for good and exacerbated Shi Yaorong’s dislike for her.

Hence, this incident had merely given Shi Yaorong an excuse to cast her away.

The driver went upstairs and looked at Shi Qian coldly.

“Miss Shi, I’ll have to trouble you to pack your things so I can send you off.”

Shi Qian’s expression was indifferent, and she ignored him.

She did not respond, so the driver reached out to pull her.

“Get lost!” Shi Qian shouted and ran down the stairs.

On the road.

A sharp screech of an emergency brake pierced through the quiet night sky.

Shi Qian suddenly felt her body lighten as she flew out on the road. Intense pain spread through her limbs and bones before she utterly lost consciousness.

In the car.

The young man with exquisite facial features suddenly opened his eyes, and a touch of displeasure appeared between his brows.

Then, a low and magnetic voice sounded. “What’s going on?”

The driver looked ahead and replied carefully, “Young Master, a little girl suddenly rushed onto the road and was hit by our car.”

“Let’s go down and take a look.”

“Yes.”

The chauffeur immediately got out of the car and ran to Shi Qian.

He looked at the girl lying in a pool of blood and reached out to check her breath.

Fortunately, she was still alive.

On the sizeable European-style bed.

The girl’s face was pale, and her long eyelashes moved slightly.

Shi Qian slowly opened her eyes, and a strange environment greeted her.

She vaguely remembered a car hit her after she rushed running out of the villa. She had not died.

“Where is this place?”

“You’re awake?”

A low but pleasant male voice sounded in her ears.

Shi Qian suddenly turned to look at the source of the voice.

A young man sat on the single sofa in the corner.

He appeared to be around 20 years old, with a cold temperament. One could describe his face as extremely beautiful.

Shi Qian was stunned for a moment. She even forgot she was in an unfamiliar environment. She was only shocked that such a good-looking person exists in the world.

“This isn’t heaven, is it?”

Shang Sizhan looked at her with his dark and deep phoenix eyes. His thin lips opened slightly. “Don’t worry. You’re alive.”

Shi Qian returned to her senses and sat with the blanket in her arms. She looked at him and asked, “Did you hit me?”

At this moment, the door opened.

A young man appeared like a butler entered with a document in his hand. He walked to Shang Sizhan’s side and said, “Young Master, the results are out. There’s nothing wrong with her except for some external injuries.”

Shang Sizhan glanced at the document in the man’s hand and looked at Shi Qian again.

“You don’t have any problems. I’ll get someone to send you home later.

“Take her home!”

When Shi Qian thought of Shi Yaorong’s heartlessness and Song Yuzhi’s drama queen mother and daughter, she was utterly disappointed in her so-called home and did not want to see them again.

She looked at Shang Sizhan’s peerless face. She pursed her lips and said, “I don’t have a home! You’re the one who bumped into me. You’re going to… You have to be responsible for me. ”

When Shang Sizhan heard this, a strange look flashed across his deep eyes. His thin lips moved sparingly. He pondered on the girl. He seemed smiling yet not smiling.

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