Wei'er stood outside the hospital room, tears streaming down her face.
Xue Bingxue didn't say anything, just held her and shared in her red-eyed grief.
The serious crime unit failed to take Xu Jiuru away; she was vomiting blood nonstop and was in resuscitation.
Jiang Weikai glanced at Wei'er crouching by the door, feeling a sourness in his heart. His sister was someone who deeply valued relationships, and it was fortunate she had someone with her.
"Compared to that boy before, Bingxue is much more suitable for Wei'er. With the Xue Family, she won't have a hard life in the future," Jiang Weikai reflected. "The old lady did make one right decision." Although it involved beating the lovebirds, the Xue Family truly was a good match.
Jiang Xiaolin didn't join the conversation, his hand in his pocket, he walked away.
Jiang Weikai asked, "Where are you going?"
He replied, "To smoke."
He wasn't heavily addicted to smoking—only indulging when he felt agitated.
