Compared to the flustered Ling Xi, li Junting's condition was not much better.
He didn't even know how he got out of the bathtub, how he put on a bathrobe and sat in the wheelchair, how he lowered his head and mumbled.
He lowered his head and faced Yingying.
After his mother, Yue xuexin, passed away, he had lost the symbol of a man's dignity.
Half an hour passed.
After Ling Xi ran away in a panic, li Junting stayed in the bathroom for half an hour.
Until everything faded away, he was still sitting in the wheelchair in a daze, maintaining an expression that was difficult to describe with words.
He was actually afraid that he would be afraid one day.
How was that possible?
Li Junting could not believe it. He had failed many times and tried all sorts of methods. He had even tried the black medicine in the black market that had unknown origins.
But it was useless.
