Song Ziqiao's leg was broken, and although the several martial experts with him were also seriously injured, they could still carry on. They hastily took Song Ziqiao to a major hospital in the provincial city, and on the way, they had already informed his father, Song Xiaojie.
"Son, son!" Just as Song Ziqiao's car arrived at the hospital entrance, an elegant middle-aged woman rushed over, shouting anxiously. She was Song Ziqiao's mother, Wang Yuejiao.
"Mom! My leg's broken, my leg's broken!" Song Ziqiao had been enduring the pain stoically in the car, boiling with hatred for Li Yifei. Now, seeing his mother, he instinctively cried out loudly. The sense of aggrievement, accompanied by tears, burst forth and his previous strength was nowhere to be seen.
