Xue Ziran ignored it and just coldly ordered the driver in front:

"drive."

Shang Heng ignored his rude neglect and shrugged, changing his position and crossing his legs.

"Why don't you just be more direct, the old man is useless now anyway."

Xue Ziran glanced at him, [

"It's not your turn to interrupt my business."

"What's your business?"

Shang Heng snorted and reminded disdainfully:

"Don't forget that we are both grasshoppers on the same rope now. We both prosper and suffer."

Xue Ziran didn't take it seriously either.

"I only care about the results I want."

Shang Heng also laughed,

"I only care about what I care about."

They are not friends, just partners who each get what they need.

Two men, one ambitious and the other full of hatred.

Su Qin twisted her mind, but she didn't hurt anyone. She just knew it and didn't tell it, she just let it go.

But this originally elegant gentleman has deviated more and more from his original track, and the person he cares about is still living in the fortress he rebuilt without knowing anything.

…

In the hospital, Su Jinran didn't go far, and Xue Ziran miraculously didn't care about him.

Maybe he feels that no matter what, the bed

Su Jinran sat in the courtyard of the hospital for a while. After seeing Xue Ziran get into the car, he slowly stood up and walked towards Su Qinghe's ward.

Still in the same posture, the old man seemed to be asleep, with his eyes closed calmly.

Su Jinran came closer and sat down next to him. She naturally reached out to hold his hand that was getting an IV drip, gently held it, and looked down at his fingers carefully.

The traces of the ink pad are very obvious, and it seems that a lot of force was used, and there are signs of slippage on the fingers.[

Su Jinran touched Su Qinghe's thumb with his fingers. It was a little sticky but not completely dry.

Judging from this speed, Su Qinghe probably did not suffer from the disease when he received the call, otherwise the ink pad would not have been completely dry.

In other words, it was actually after he fell into coma that someone stamped his mark with his finger.

Moreover, the most suspicious thing is that Qinghai Yun, who has always been by his side, would actually abandon him when the old man was seriously ill. Xue Zihuan's words are too unbelievable.

But he couldn't find any evidence to prove that the man was lying.

After connecting the confusing points in my mind, I can tell without further analysis that there is no other person other than Xue Ziran who would do this.

Su Jinran gently put down the old man's hand, covered his hand carefully, stood up and looked at him quietly for a long time.

"I will check it out for you, don't worry."

After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave, but paused as if she remembered something.

"Don't you want to see Mumu? Wake up and tell her the truth yourself."

I am not a person who is good at expressing emotions. It is not easy to say such things. I don’t know how happy and relieved Su Qinghe would be if she were sober.

Su Jinran sighed, people are always dissatisfied, and they always regret their mistakes when they can't go back. He is the same,

I just hope that I still have a chance so that I don’t leave any regrets for this old man.
Chapter completed!