Ye Chenfeng, Song Ye, and the other two arrived at the hospital for a checkup.
They were lucky that although their injuries looked serious, those bruises and red marks, were just ordinary external injuries even they were bleeding.
Leng Xiao had some bottom lines.
He just wanted to vent his anger, but he did not intend to be ruthless.
Otherwise, these three would have to stay in the hospital for several months.
When they came out of the hospital, it was dark.
Song Ye looked at Ye Qingran and said apologetically, "Thank you for today."
"You don't need to be so polite with me."
This was the first time Ye Qingran saw Song Ye in person.
Song Ye had an elegant aura around him. When he interacted with him, he always felt a sense of tranquillity that was different from the bustling city.
"I don't really want to be polite with you," Song Ye said gently and rubbed Ye Qingran's little head.
