Ling Muye regained his senses in a daze, the past no longer seemed as important compared to Sheng Qianxia.
"I want to see her again..." he began to speak.
"There's no need for that." Ou Manhui said coldly, "If you could have taken good care of her, she wouldn't have been shot, turned into a vegetative state, suffered a bloody dystocia, or nearly died. Since you can't take care of her properly, it's better to step aside. Someone else will certainly take good care of her!"
Ling Muye spoke, his face pale, "Auntie..."
"Azhan, send him out!!" Ou Manhui didn't even listen to what Ling Muye wanted to say, just turned to Zhan Nanjue and said, "Don't let him come in again!"
After saying this, Ou Manhui returned to her room.
The door slammed shut with a bang.
Ling Muye clenched his fists, forced to admit that Ou Manhui was right... He was right by Sheng Qianxia's side, yet he failed to protect her, it was his incompetence...
