Liang Bosheng's big hand fiercely pinched Aunt Ding Li's neck. The man who looked calm just now had a distorted expression, with veins on his forehead exposed. The man's voice was gloomy:
"Tell me! Whose son is Liang Haoyu?!"
Even though Ding Li's aunt was being held by the neck at this moment, she couldn't stop her eyes from widening in horror.
This expression stimulated Liang Bosheng to increase the strength of his hands, pinching the person in his hands like a chicken. He pinched Ding Li's aunt against the wall and asked again with gritted teeth:
"Tell me! Whose child is it?!"
Even the family of the patient next to him and Ding Bo came forward to pry Liang Bosheng's hand apart. Ding Li's aunt's face turned red and she started to roll her eyes.
When Liang Bosheng was held by several people and released her, she unconsciously gasped for breath and had to pinch her neck as she stepped back, shaking her head and shouting hoarsely:
"I don't know! I don't know whose child this is. I'm not her parent. Don't ask me, I don't know anything!" Then he sat down on the ground.
The ward door opened again, and when Liang Bosheng, who was covered in cold air, looked up...
Liang Xiaoxiao's eyes were filled with moisture. She tilted her head slightly, her voice was ethereal, and there was even a faint smile on her lips:
"Dad, what did you say?"
…
As soon as Bi Yue closed the car door, she called out in confusion, "Xiaoxiao?"
"Xiaoxiao!" This is Liang Baisheng chasing his daughter from behind.
Liang Xiaoxiao ran straight to Bi Yue's Xiali car and ordered in a cold voice: "Take me to the textile factory."
Ding Li had just completed her application for a long leave and was walking towards the factory gate carrying a bag of clothes.
Liang Xiaoxiao slammed the car door, and just as Ding Li squinted at her, Liang Xiaoxiao walked over quickly.
The girl bit her lip and blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, but she didn't feel any pain.
She didn't understand how there could be such evil people in this world?
When her brother was no longer her brother, what would become of all the things she had endured before, the bullying she hadn’t dared to tell her uncle about, the way her brother had called her “sister,” the way she had repeatedly burned her hands while cooking?! (To be continued.)
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