Approaching the hospital bed, Bai Shengtian bowed and nodded to Fu Minghan in greeting, "Young Master Fu, I'm truly sorry for only coming to see you after so many days since you've been injured. I had no idea that Jia Lin, that unfilial wretch, would dare to commit such an outrageous and heinous act."
"When the beams are crooked, the rafters will follow suit; isn't that to be expected?"
Mrs. Fu couldn't help but mock.
She had always been an elegant woman, seldom speaking in such a tone.
But faced with the people from the Bai Family who had hurt her son, Mrs. Fu didn't even want them in the hospital room.
Fu Minghan, fearing his mother would become upset, found an excuse, "Mother, could you go and ask the attending doctor whether I can be discharged today?"
Mrs. Fu knew his intentions.
Taking a deep breath, she nodded in agreement, "Okay."
As she was about to leave.
She warned Bai Shengtian, "My Minghan is injured, don't upset him, and don't linger too long."
