Chapter 150 Grievance
Outside the hospital corridor.
Ji Ruhui was extremely anxious, wondering why Xiao Congchun had hit Lu Tinglan.
They even beat Lu Tinglan so badly that she ended up in the hospital.
Ah-Can said Xiao Cong-Chun was very well-behaved, right? How come he fights so fiercely? His fists are so hard! It's terrifying!
Originally, the younger sister-in-law contacted A-Can first, but right now, Duan Mingxiao is in another province and won't be back for a while, and the boy doesn't know what he's doing in another province.
So they sent Ji Ruhui over first to support Cong Chun and prevent him from being bullied.
But the person lying in bed now is Lu Tinglan, the eldest son of the Lu family.
Ji Ruhui rushed over from home without even having time to put on his pants.
The boy glanced at her furtively and saw that Lu Tinglan's left cheek was bruised and swollen horribly.
Outside the corridor, Ji Ruhui tried to strike up a conversation with Cong Chun, but the boy didn't say anything. Ji Ruhui found it strange. Cong Chun didn't usually seem aloof. The key point was that there were two ragged people next to him with some scratches on their faces.
What exactly happened to these four people? Ji Ruhui appeared calm on the surface, but was actually extremely anxious.
Ji Ruhui now only hopes that his brothers will come back soon.
Cong Chun sat alone on a bench outside.
His palms were trembling slightly, unable to form a fist. Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that there was a scratch on his palm.
I was accidentally scratched by the corner of the table during the fight.
Cong Chun felt nauseous because the man had fed her too much coffee while she was unconscious, and her head was spinning.
Before Duan Mingxiao arrived, Madam Lu was the first to arrive, having apparently rushed over after receiving the news.
The woman looked anxious and hurriedly asked Ji Ruhui, the only person she knew at the scene.
"Tinglan, what's wrong with him?"
Ji Ruhui rambled on about this and that, but the key point was that he himself didn't know what had happened.
The boy simply said that Lu Tinglan had accidentally fallen.
Madam Lu looked anxious, but thankfully everyone didn't have to wait long. After a while, the doctor came out and told Madam Lu that Lu Tinglan was fine.
The bruises on my face will probably take a long time to heal. Just avoid strenuous exercise during this time.
Cong Chun stood at the door, intending to check that the person was still alive before leaving.
Immediately afterwards, he stood at the door and saw Madam Lu, who had already gone inside, standing by the hospital bed, asking Lu Tinglan, who was lying on the bed, about her well-being.
"Tinglan, what's wrong with you?"
"The injuries on your face are so severe."
"Mom was so worried."
Lu Tinglan's facial injuries had been bandaged by the doctor, but she had completely lost her composure, her usual elegant demeanor nowhere to be seen.
Lu Tinglan reassured the woman in front of him who looked worried.
"Mom, don't worry."
"It was the middle of the night and the lights were off when I accidentally fell down the stairs."
Cong Chun pursed his lips. Although he had beaten Lu Tinglan, he didn't feel relieved at all.
When he woke up in a daze, he was held in the man's arms, with the chaotic scene around him.
Cong Chun was still very scared. At this moment, the only way to protect himself was to raise his fist.
But seeing the scene before him, even though he had won, Cong Chun still felt wronged.
Until a hurried male voice came from behind.
"What? You're crying."
Duan Mingxiao's chest was still heaving, clearly indicating that he had rushed over.
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Cong Chun could no longer hold back.
When no one is there to support you, just bear with it and it will pass.
Unfortunately, the boy seemed to be well taken care of by the young master. At this moment, Cong Chun no longer needed to pretend to be a little adult, and the boy also had the right to be willful.
Cong Chun looked up at him, her tone steady, but a slight tremor could be heard in her voice if you listened carefully.
The boy slowly raised his hand.
"Duan Mingxiao, my hand is injured."
"It hurts so much."
Duan Mingxiao frowned, a hint of heartache flashing in his eyes. Seeing the injury on Cong Chun's palm, his anger surged.
The young master suppressed his anger, but a flame seemed to be burning within him, rising steadily until thick smoke billowed out.
[You pervert, I won't let you get away with this today.]
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