"Of course it's your business!" Gu Youli's eyes flashed with a hint of hostility as she looked at yang Mengshan coldly. Her voice was like the mid-winter of December. dad has raised you for more than ten to twenty years. Now that you're in a coma from a car accident, you're not even willing to go see him. Do you still have a conscience? Has your conscience been eaten by a dog?"
Yang Mengshan laughed coldly, her expression vicious. "So what if he's unconscious? What does it have to do with me? what does it have to do with me? He's your father, not mine! you were the one who said that my surname is yang, not gu!"
Gu Youli looked at yang Mengshan coldly. She exuded an endless coldness like the cold wind in a World of Ice and snow. Her eyes were so piercing that it hurt.
Her words were cold as ice. I don't care what your surname is. I'm not here to beg you. I'm just here to inform you that you must go to the hospital to see father tomorrow.
