"Wei Liao, I know how you feel. Truly, I'm grateful that Ying came to us; she saved Mingxi's life."
"That scumbag Shen Mingxi doesn't deserve to be saved. If I knew about it, I'd never allowed my sister to come here… The Wei Family owes your the Shen Family not a single thing. My father said we don't want to have any connection with your Shen Family for the rest of our lives… That's it."
With a livid face, Wei Liao carried Wei Ying from the bed.
"Wei, pull out the infusion tube…" Wei Liao turned his head and looked at his wife.
"Honey… Maybe we should wait until Ying wakes up…" Jiang Xiaowei tried to dissuade him.
"Can she leave after she wakes up? Are you sure she'd not do more blood donations and die of blood exhaustion?" Wei Liao asked in a cold voice.
Jiang Xiaowei: "…"
Jiang Xiaowei had been married to Wei Liao for years, and their son Wei Yunchu was now several years old.
