"Meng Yanzhi, you still have the nerve to show up!" Lian Qingyang pointed at Meng Yanzhi's nose and cursed, "I'm telling you, if I don't sue you until you spend years behind bars, then I'm not a true Lian."
"Qingyang, be careful with your leg," Tang Yue reminded him, worried that he'd jump out of bed onto the floor.
The doctors had repeatedly instructed very strictly that the leg must not be moved at all.
With a leg in a cast, he couldn't do or move anything, let alone his foot.
"Sister Xiao Yue, I'm fine," Lian Qingyang glared at Meng Yanzhi fiercely.
"I'm here to apologize." Meng Yanzhi stood in front of the hospital bed, unfazed by Lian Qingyang's hostility. His gaze fell on Tang Yue, who was wearing new clothes. Her red sweater made her complexion look even whiter; the delicate face, though tired, was still stunningly beautiful.
"Hey hey hey, you hurt me, why are you looking at Sister Xiao Yue?" Lian Qingyang pulled Tang Yue to stand by his side.
