Congratulations.

'It depends on which Big Shot,' Ding Ling guessed.

Very quickly, the car arrived at the hospital. She accompanied Liu muchun for a walk and walked into the building that had a faint smell of disinfectant.

After all, Ding Ling was still young and had little contact with hospitals. The faint smell of disinfectant gave her a strange sense of ritual and holiness.

"Senior Brother Sun, you're here too." When Liu muchun entered the door, he saw the person standing by the elevator and cupped his hands in greeting.

"Muchun, why are you here?" The man was a little surprised, but he still returned the greeting.

"The matters of the older generation are already in the past. Besides, yesterday's incident was such a big deal. As long as it's not revenge for killing one's father and snatching one's wife, they have to come and congratulate him." "By the way, senior Brother Sun, the year before last, you ..." Liu muchun said with a smile.