In the hospital room.
Lu Hechen had already heard the conversation between Weilan and his father, Lu Yuanhe. He felt somewhat comforted but also a bit distressed.
After all, Weilan still cared about him. No matter how far she went, she always worked to protect his interests.
Even after their breakup, she was willing to make efforts for him.
Watching her come back, shutting the door, looking furious.
He, on the contrary, wasn't angry at all. He waved at Weilan and said, "Weilan, come here."
Weilan walked over to the bedside, saw his large hand reaching out, the lines in his palm clear, the palm wide, fingers long. She placed her hand in his, and said, "It's a good thing you didn't agree today. If you had, I would have made you pay for it."
He laughed at himself and said, "I have considered this issue, but after thinking it over a million times, I've told myself, this time, I can't do it."
Because Lu Hechen deeply understood one thing: Heyan was already insane.
