Mo Qingshan was stone-faced as he threw a hard punch backhandedly, "I am your father, of course I have the right, you wretch! I should have killed you back then!"
Father and son were brawling at the entrance of the hospital room.
It was only when Senior Madame Mo was wheeled out by Luo Qiangwei in a wheelchair that the fight was barely stopped.
Although they were fighting, Mo Qingshan was obviously much more vicious and ruthless, breaking the corners of Mo Shiche's mouth and eyes, causing fresh blood to drip down onto his collar.
Luo Qiangwei hurriedly pulled him to the nurse's station, pressed him to sit down in a chair, and went to get some cotton and alcohol.
She stood in front of him, bent down, and wiped and disinfected him very carefully, puffing up her cheeks to blow on his wounds, "Does it hurt?"
