Ning Zhiyuan looks at the door of the ward and sees the figure of his heart and mind. His uncontrollable rage settles down at this moment.

you can see the angry expression on Li Jia Ren's face. He is silent. He is stunned directly. He doesn't know how to react.

Li Jiaren bent slightly, took several breaths with the boiled chicken soup in one hand and the door frame in the other hand, and then he succeeded.

lift her feet, each step is very heavy, without any concealment of her anger. Go to ningzhiyuan's hospital bed in three or two steps, reach out, hold the cup still half empty in...