Twins

"Who cares?" Lu Mingjue was very dissatisfied with Liang Xingyang.

"If you really didn't care about him, you wouldn't have brought him to the hospital."

Lu Mingjue said, "But there's a bottom line to my kindness."

"Hold him while I clean his wounds."

Lu Mingjue could only do as she said.

Liang Xingyang's wounds were not only deep but also numerous. His entire body was covered in wounds of all sizes. Coupled with the strong smell of alcohol, he was dispirited.

He occasionally opened his eyes, which were bloodshot.

Qiao Weiyang believed that he had read the information she gave him seriously.

To overturn all the values that he had built up in his 20 years of life and completely rebuild them was undoubtedly a painful process.

He must have even tried to look for Liang Meng. Otherwise, he would not have so many injuries.

Hence, Qiao Weiyang couldn't ignore him now.