He didn't know why he said such things, it was like an unnamed regret blurted out subconsciously, and it turned out to be fulfilling.
The two of them stayed outside for a full forty minutes. If it weren't for Shen Qiurong stopping him, Ying Jing would have gone out with the IV drip to find someone.
"What are you worried about? Your dad won't do anything to him?"
"Mom, you don't understand. I'm not worried about Wen Fucheng. I'm afraid Dad won't be able to win."
As they spoke, the door was already pushed open.
"What are you saying about not being able to win?"
Ying Jing immediately shut his mouth and signaled to Shen Qiurong with his eyes.
"Nothing, did you talk it over? Since Jing Bao is okay and Xiao Fu is here with you, we will go home first. We will come to see you tomorrow, baby." After saying this, he quickly pulled the old Ying, the third wheel, to leave.
Mom really gets it!
Perfect helper!
She should pat the bed, let Wen Fucheng sit over, and immediately lean on him.
