The old man glared at him and said, "He should hate you. You broke their family up, and now Leng Shuangwei is like this. You'd better pray that she pulls through, or Leng Zhe will most definitely kill you."
Nian Qingyun was aghast.
Second Aunt said, "Although Leng Shuangwei has broken up with Junting, she is still so loyal and kind. She was defending us, even when she was so badly injured. I don't think Ma and I would have survived tonight if not for her."
Nian Junting frowned without speaking a word.
After half an hour, a series of footsteps could be heard, and Leng Zhe appeared down the hallway. He looked angry and grim as he shouted, "How is Shuangwei?"
"Uncle Leng," Nian Junting was the first to stand and address him. "She's still under anesthesia."
Leng Zhe clenched his fists and asked with a deep growl, "How long has it been?"
"It's already been 50 minutes."
Leng Zhe yelled, "How seriously injured is she?"
