Xia Lin was too lazy to deal with the "the world owes me" face at that moment: "You're really ungrateful, no wonder you drove your father to have a stroke. Don't forget, if I hadn't arrived in time, your reputation would have been ruined immediately."
"Isn't my reputation already ruined? You're here to mock me, laughing at me in your heart, aren't you?"
"At least you're self-aware."
Xia Lin had never liked Xia Yanyan's arrogance, as if the entire world should worship her as a precious gem.
By the hospital bed, Xia Changqiu watched Xia Wealth, who had suffered a stroke and was lying there, sighed.
Because of the stroke, usually so concerned about his image, Xia Wealth now lay embarrassingly with his mouth twitching and drool running from the corner of his lips. It was pitiful to see. After all, he was still his own younger brother; even though Xia Changqiu was furious with his brother for secretly raising his own son, he couldn't bring himself to completely sever ties with him.
