Now when he remembered the look in Brother Wei Qin's eyes, his heart still ached.
Because he saw Brother Wei Qin cry.
Jiang Yang's mood instantly plummeted, standing by Huo Beijiang's side with pursed lips, saying nothing.
"Let's go! Upstairs to see."
Upstairs was also chaotic; Wei Qin, who had regained consciousness, was being surrounded by doctors for a checkup and treatment.
Because Lu Jin was upstairs guarding, Wei Shufen had already been bound by him personally. Wei Fangyi's face was livid, his eyes full of pain as he looked at Wei Shufen without speaking for a long time.
The atmosphere in the corridor was heavy, with only the aggrieved crying of Wei Shufen and the accusatory voices that seemed to suffer immense humiliation.
"Let go! How dare a petty soldier like you restrain me? Let go."