Helping the Vicious

The bitter smile on Wei Ji's face made Lin Yin feel a little upset. She comforted him, "I've already gotten someone to help you contact the top orthopedic doctor in America. As long as he can come, your leg will definitely be saved. You'll recover later."

Wei Ji's eyes were filled with a faint smile and indifference. "It doesn't matter. Anyway, I've been crippled for so many years. I'm already used to it. If it can recover, I'm lucky. If it can't, it's my life."

"Don't talk nonsense. It will definitely be fine," Lin Yin said with a frown.

Wei Ji raised his hand and tapped Lin Yin's tightly furrowed brows lightly. He smiled gently and said, "Alright, I'll listen to you and stop talking nonsense. Then Yinyin, don't frown like this. You'll wrinkle."

Only then did Lin Yin smile and pull Wei Ji's hand down. She blurted out, "You've changed a lot. You didn't talk like that in the past."