He was startled for a moment, his anger bottled up with no outlet. He lifted his foot and kicked, causing the coffee table to flip over and crash loudly to the floor.
Lin Xinlan leaned against the door, tears involuntarily spilling from her eyes.
The car accident wasn't entirely her fault.
She didn't want to hit anyone; it was Du Ruoxin who had dashed out into the street, she bore half the responsibility. But because Du Ruoxin had become comatose, and she was fine, everyone blamed her for everything.
Why did no one ever consider her feelings? Why did they always have to pin the blame on her alone?
Truthfully, she really couldn't bear such an accusation...
Rong Shaoze flew into a rage, then calmed down. He sat on the couch, lit a cigarette, and held it between his fingers.
Du Ruoxin had entered a vegetative state, but the real culprit was Zhao Lili. He understood that Lin Xinlan was innocent; she had been implicated by Zhao Lili.
