"What did she say?"
After Mo Wan hung up, Fu Ying asked with a dark expression.
She was already hospitalized, but Mo Wan didn't seem to feel sorry for him at all. She only cared about Mo Rao.
Mo Wan glanced at her son. "Rao Rao said that you protected her. The accident was because a puppy rushed out. Why didn't you tell us earlier?"
Otherwise, she wouldn't blame Fu Ying so much.
Fu Ying pursed his lips and didn't speak, but his gaze wasn't as gloomy. There was even a hint of joy. Hearing Mo Rao explain and lie for him, he felt inexplicably happy.
The car arrived at the entrance of the Fu family's old residence.
After getting out of the car, Fu Ying, whose head was still bandaged, walked in. Fu Lin was drinking tea in the living room. When he saw that his son was back, he said calmly, "Are you feeling better?"
"Yes, I won't die," Fu Ying replied casually.
