Meanwhile, in the most famous private hospital in Jinling.
Fang Yaowu stood in the hospital room with one arm in a sling, his eyes cold as he looked at Fang Tian lying on the hospital bed, his lower body wrapped in white gauze. The strong smell of disinfectant filled his nostrils, and as he recalled the events at the Nostalgia Bar, his face turned even darker. A chilly aura emanated from him, for this was the greatest humiliation he had ever suffered in his life.
"Yaowu, how could this happen, why did this happen? Tell me, what exactly happened? Why was Tian'er crippled as well?" Tan Shuya stood beside him, shouting at Fang Yaowu with a face twisted in rage. Both her sons were ruined, and she had an overwhelming urge to kill.
"It's that little bastard Lu Tianxing, he crippled Tian'er. That little bastard Lu Tianxing, I swear I won't rest until he's dead."
