The image of her parents' tragic death instantly chilled and hardened her heart, "I don't want to see you again!"
Qin Moting asked quietly, "Then why did you ask Huanhuan to find me?"
Wen Ru's voice was shrill, "That's the debt you owe!"
Qin Moting remained silent, suddenly feeling a headache coming on. He closed his eyes and leaned back in the wheelchair, pressing his fingers hard against his temples, but he still couldn't alleviate the waves of pain assaulting him, his breathing becoming increasingly labored.
The debt he owed?
Was that the debt he owed?
As Wen Ru watched, she suddenly called out frantically, "Huanhuan!"
Che Huan, hearing Wen Ru's voice, pushed the door of the ward open and looked at Wen Ru's ashen face, anxiously asking, "Mom, what's wrong?"
Wen Ru pointed at Qin Moting, her lips suddenly dry, "He… he…"
