"..."
MeiLing was at a loss for words for a moment, but after a while, she said, "How could your uncle have known something like this would happen? At the time of the explosion, he was in his own room, and had he not been napping in the bedroom instead of being in the living room, he might have been seriously injured too. Qian Qian, I know you're very upset, and nobody wants to see such things happen, but you can't bear hostility towards everyone because of it."
"Your uncle has always been quite good to you, do you really want to see him covered in injuries just like your dad?"
Shi Qianxi pursed her lips and remained silent.
Of course, it was just an angry remark.
"Let's go."
MeiLing took her and headed to Meng Jiye's hospital room.
"Sister, Qian Qian, it's all my fault, all my fault!"
On the hospital bed.
Meng Jiye's forehead was wrapped in gauze, and his leg was in a cast, looking quite pitiful.
