Old Master Huo said humbly, "In-law, don't worry. My Xiaoran was wrong. I'll definitely get him to compensate Lu Mo later."
With Mr. Huo's guarantee, Lu Mo and Mrs. Lu felt a little better.
In the ward, perhaps because Huo Xiaoran's desire for Qiao An touched the heavens, the originally unconscious Qiao An suddenly saw a faint light.
The faint light shone in a corner. Curled in the corner was a young man in white. He was very handsome, but there was a lot of blood on his wrist. There was a fruit knife beside him.
"What are you doing, Angel?" a girl shouted eagerly.
"My family doesn't want me anymore. I'm sick and I feel terrible. I think it's better to die than live my life in a daze and be a walking dead that's useless to society."
"Brother, no. Don't die. Your family doesn't want you anymore, then I'll be your family from now on. Don't worry, I won't give up on you for the rest of my life. Don't die, okay?"
