That day, after he had left li Junting's bedroom, Ling Xi had immediately informed uncle Zhao to clean up the metal fragments that were scattered all over the floor.
The reason she had given in was not because she was afraid, but because she was worried about li Junting's safety.
Ling Xi was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would agitate the second young master and cause him to smash more things.
Li Junting could only move around in a wheelchair.
Going to bed, sleeping, and going to the bathroom to solve their physiological problems. These things were simple and natural for ordinary people, but they became extremely heavy for him.
Every time he thought of this, Ling Xi's chest would fill with a helpless ache.
Such a high-spirited man had become unable to do anything without the help of others.
He was li Junting, the second young master of the Li family. He had always been someone who could get whatever he wanted. How could he face such a difference?
