"What did you do to me?"

Fu Zhimei's pupil enlarged, his anger burned with reason, and quickly rushed to Zhang Yuling's eyes, grabbed her wrist,

"Ayue... Ayue, pain, pain."

Zhang Yuling is really in pain this time. Her tears are all coming out. This time, it's not a pretence at all, but it makes Fu Zhiyue feel no pain, only deep disgust.

Surely everyone here, listening to Fu Zhimei's meaning, felt something wrong.

"Ayue, what's wrong? Did you find any problems?

Fu Zhimei did not loosen Zhang Yuling at all and turned to look at his good brother very angry.

What happened to me in the hospital? Why do I...