After Di Zhifeng left, Gu Fenghua finally spoke, "Take care of her first, we can discuss anything else after you've calmed down."
With that, she made a gesture, and Di Yun pushed her away.
Di Lingzhi, full of rage with nowhere to vent, punched the wall, blood flowing from the back of his hand...
"Young master," Di Leng cautiously advised, "Why put yourself through this pain?"
"Your stepmother is right, take care of Maomao first. Once she wakes up, then we can ask her carefully," Di Canghai consoled and glided away in his wheelchair.
He went to Gu Fenghua and said with a forced smile, "That brat Lingzhi got emotional and argued with Zhifeng, but they are siblings after all, and siblings don't hold grudges overnight. I reckon they'll make up soon."
"It's not like they are children anymore," Gu Fenghua responded indifferently, "A child has been lost, and that woman suffered serious injuries. It's normal for Lingzhi to be angry; you don't have to explain anything to me."
