Lin Mingqing couldn't walk. Therefore, the muscles in his legs had atrophied severely, and some of them had even festered, emitting a strong horrible smell.
This was Lin Mingqing's state when Lin Yuelan and Jiang Zhennan came in.
Lin Yuelan had no idea Lin Mingqing's condition was so serious. Such a delicate, refined, and elegant young master with a bright future was completely destroyed because of a single act of kindness.
Lin Yiwei was wiping Lin Mingqing's body with a towel.
Suddenly, he felt a little uncomfortable. He quickly turned his head and saw Lin Yuelan standing at the door, looking at his youngest son.
He immediately roared at Lin Yuelan, "Yuelan, who let you come here?"
Ever since his son had become like this, they didn't dare to bring him out of the house. They knew his son didn't want others to see him like this. Lin Yiwei and his family were not embarrassed, but Lin Mingqing was. He was afraid of meeting people.
