"Chenxuan!" Old Madam Leng's icy voice cut in, causing Yun Muyin to walk with her to her grandson, "Stop blaming yourself for now, the journalists outside are about to break the door down. Go and deal with them, stop them from spreading rumors."
"Let them say what they want to say, I need to stay here with Qianxue."
"Chenxuan, don't you care about our Leng Family's reputation? With the situation as it is, if you let them talk nonsense, it will affect our Leng Family's name, do you understand?"
"What damn reputation!" Leng Chenxuan punched the hallway wall, only to hang his head in agony.
"Chenxuan, you stay here with Qianxue. I'll deal with the journalists," said Leng Minyang helplessly, glancing at both mother and son before stepping out to handle the swarming, noisy journalists blocked outside.
Cheng Xiuhe, infuriated, glared at the direction of the operating room and sat down in a huff.
