As for Changsheng, in front of Lu Qi, it was just like standing in front of Lu Yi all those years ago. He had an indescribable sense of inferiority.
It was as if he was a high and mighty God. As for him, he was still a pile of mud that no one wanted, hiding silently in the corner of the wall.
People really could not compare.
It was not that he was afraid of what would happen?
It was that he was afraid of hurting himself.
He was afraid of hurting himself.
When Changsheng had arranged the matters in the hospital and hired a nurse to take care of the two of them, he was ready to return to the village. However, when he reached the village, he heard people pointing at his back, they said that it was his mother who had done those things.
