Jiang Jingchen walked over slowly and saw the emptiness in Jiang Minglang's eyes. His face was pale, and his legs were covered with a thin blanket.
He was no longer the high-spirited second young master of the Jiang family.
"Jiang Minglang, my second brother, long time no see, you're looking more and more heroic."
When Jiang Minglang heard Jiang Jingchen's mocking voice, his expression turned ferocious, and his eyes were filled with hatred.
"Jiang Jingchen, are you here to laugh at me?"
"Nah. I'm not that free."
"But nowadays, I don't need to see you for your to be laughed at."
Jiang Minglang's eyes turned malicious. "Shut up, Jiang Jingchen. Did you plan my injury?"
"The person who hurt you is your dearest cousin, Song Hai. What does that have to do with me?" Jiang Jingchen spread his hands innocently.
He chuckled before he continued, "Back then when I was in a wheelchair, your mocking words were way more hurtful."