"Who the fuck..." Zhi Xing turned around angrily and was stunned, "Yansheng Jie?"
Yan Shengjie squeezed her hand with a bit of force, took out the gun in her hand, and threw it to Lan. Lan quickly put it away and carefully wiped the cold sweat from her forehead.
His eyes passed over Zhi Xing, showing no emotion or anger, and he was a bit careless, "Once your hands are stained with blood, you will never be able to clean them."
Her chest heaved violently, she pointed at the hospital and said angrily, "My dad is lying in there right now. He can deny me, and I really want to deny him! But I damn can't do it! I can't.
I just want to see him and see if he is okay!"
Looking at her, his eyes quietly narrowed and he did not speak. Instead, he held her hand and walked inside. Zhixing was stunned for a moment and passively let him hold her hand.
"Hey, wait! That woman can't-" Before the guard could finish his words, Xiao Ji winked, and Lan stepped forward to stop him and smiled, "Brother, if you don't want to lie in there too, it's best to pretend that nothing happened.
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In the Bentley opposite, Mu Xin watched all this with calm eyes, until the two figures leaving hand in hand disappeared from sight...
She lowered her eyes as clear as springs, "Is she really just a 'substitute'?"
When Ah Xian heard her words, she pursed her lips helplessly. No one could guess Master Jie's thoughts. Even Miss Mu Xin might not be able to understand him sometimes, let alone herself.
Seeing Zhixing re-entering the intensive care area, the nurse wanted to stop her, but for some reason, when her eyes touched the man next to her, she was shocked by his intimidating aura.
Tao Weicheng was the only one lying on the bed in the ward, while Yan Min went to the attending physician. He leaned against the wall, openly took out a cigarette and held it in his mouth, lazily saying, "I'm outside."
Zhi Xing opened the door, looked at Tao Weicheng with complicated eyes, moved his steps, and walked over slowly.
As if he felt something, he slowly opened his slightly closed eyes. When he saw his daughter, he suddenly became excited and shouted hoarsely, "Zhi, Zhi Xing..."
Zhixing stood there, suppressing the urge to get close to him, and asked stiffly, "Are you okay?"
Tao Weicheng's eyes gradually became moist, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly, "Don't be angry with Dad, okay?"
"It's okay if you can speak." Zhixing gritted his teeth and turned away, "I'm leaving."
"Wait...wait!" Tao Weicheng suddenly breathed quickly and looked at his daughter anxiously, "Zhixing...Dad has something...something to say to you..."
Stopping her steps, she took a deep breath and turned her back to him, "Except for the fact that your blood is still flowing in my body, I have nothing to do with you anymore." After saying that, she opened the door and lowered her head.
Just head out.
In the past, she didn't expect much love, and now, she doesn't need it either.
"Weaving Star..." Tao Weicheng lowered his hands in vain, tears streaming down the corners of his wrinkled eyes.
What he was wrong about was not just that step back then...
Outside the ward, two equally tall and handsome men stood.
One on the left and one on the right, the momentum is awe-inspiring and equally comparable.
The moment the door opened, Leng Yiran's eyes changed slightly. Even though it was so fast, Yan Shengjie still saw it. He turned his head and glanced at Zhi Xing with a slightly cold gaze. When he discovered her, he immediately