A few seconds of silence passed,
and then came the authoritative voice of Lu Lingxiao, "Pick it up!"
Lu Youheng didn't move, seemingly locked in a silent confrontation with his father.
However, the standoff didn't last long before Lu Lingxiao said, "Does she know you're just an inept fool in a rage?"
The little guy's teeth were almost clenched to breaking.
After half a minute, the little guy crawled over from between the two front rows of seats, picked up the tissue box that had fallen onto the passenger seat, and put it back in its place.
Only then did Lu Lingxiao restart the car.
…
In the hospital, Ye Xi stayed close behind Song Musen's bed until he was pushed into the operating room.
Song Musen had a cutaneous wound; though his palm had been sliced open by a blade, it wasn't life-threatening and the surgery was completed quickly. He came out soon after.
Although he had regained consciousness, his face was still pale and devoid of color.
