"No 'ifs'."
His leg was amputated, meaning for the rest of his life, he'll never have the chance to stand again.
"You came to me with all these words, what do you really want to ask?"
"Just wanted to ask if you have the desire to strangle me." Fan Rou said leisurely.
"Would you let me strangle you?" Fan Er retorted.
"No." Fan Rou walked out: "Get some rest, I'll come to see you again when I have time."
Ye Ranran was on the second floor, sitting in front of the elders' bed, watching her for a while.
Seeing her, hatred simultaneously appeared in their eyes, a look that seemed to wish to tear Ye Ranran apart.
"Seems you really hate me." Ye Ranran said.
"Why are you here again?" Song Father asked.
"Of course, to see you people, if you're doing well, it puts my mind at ease."
Their complexions were rosy, it seemed those people were indeed taking good care of them.
In that case, there should be a raise.
"I tell you, you deserve a thousand cuts."
