"Mr. Ling, this is a hospital, please have self-esteem." Yang Shuting said coldly.

 

Ling Weihao doesn't care if it's a hospital or not. He won't let go and hold her tightly.

 

"You told you to let go, did you hear?" Yang Shuting frowned impatiently. What does he want?

 

Without saying anything, Ling Weihao held her in her arms and held her tightly.

 

"You, what are you going to do, let me go! You bastard... "Yang Shuting was startled, his hands on his chest, struggling desperately, but he still clung to himself. Suddenly, his heart was sour, and tears kept flowing out like a faucet that someone forgot to turn off....