Lan Yuchi, who had just visited the old lady, just walked out.
As soon as Ling Ang saw him, his eyes immediately gathered into a sharp blade and shaved hard across his face.
Lan Yuchi saw the dark anger in Ling Ang’s eyes, and a trace of wonder flashed in his heart.
Ling Ang quickly walked towards him and punched him like a wind.
Lan Yuchi hurriedly avoided and asked in confusion: "Ling Ang, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Ling Ang gritted his teeth, "Lan Yuchi, you ruthless villain, have actually attacked an innocent life in order to achieve your own goals."
Lan Yuchi's face darkened. When he remembered that he had cruelly taken away Wang Aoshuang's child, a deep regret flashed in his heart.
He looked at Ling Ang and said quietly: "If you want to vent your hatred in your heart, then fight, I will never fight back."
Ling Ang's face was dark, thinking about the lost flesh and blood, the hatred and flames in his heart quickly rose.
He punched Lan Yuchi heavily in the face.
Lan Yuchi had not moved at all, and was forced to get his fist, and a bloodshot suddenly flowed from the corner of his lips.
Ling Ang wanted to punch another time, but Wang Aoshuang, who had just arrived, hurried up and grabbed him. "Ang, don't do this."
"Ao Shuang, stand aside." Ling Ang spoke expressionlessly.
"Let him fight." Lan Yuchi also said calmly, "I am willing to bear it."
"You are still a man." Ling Ang looked at him with grief and anger, "But what you killed was a life, how could you heal the pain in my heart with just a few punches."
"Then whatever you want to torture me, then come on."
"Okay, please bear with me." Ling Ang raised his hand angrily.
"No." Wang Aoshuang hurriedly grabbed him, "Ang, it would be bad if he alarmed his grandmother."
Ling Ang's face changed and he put down his hand.
He was afraid that he could not hide his emotions, so he didn't even enter the ward, so he turned around and left.
Wang Aoshuang looked at Lan Yuchi and followed.
Walking out of the hospital, Ling Ang looked at the deep sky, his eyes filled with sorrow of losing his flesh and blood, and slowly said, "Ao Shuang, you made me angry when you conceal the matter."
He glanced at her silently, got in the car and left.
Wang Aoshuang's heart was bitter.
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For several days, Wang Aoshuang didn't see Ling Ang.
Every time he called him, he would say he was busy, and he would hang up after saying a few casual words.
She knew that the child's affairs had caused great pain to him. If that child was there, maybe everything would be different now.
She didn't bother him, just hoped that he could calm down.
Lan Yuchi called, "Ao Shuang, part of the matter of shares has been resolved."
Wang Aoshuang was so surprised that she almost jumped up, "Are you serious?"
"Really, the relevant documents have been signed. Ling Ang must not want to see me. You can take the documents to him."
"Okay." Wang Aoshuang was so excited that she was as excited as a businessman who had made money from the whole world.
She came to a French restaurant and Lan Yuchi had arrived.
There was a slight bruise on his lips.
He handed a document to her, "My dad transferred half of the shares to my name, and now I'll return it to Ling Ang."
A soft light of gratitude floated in Wang Aoshuang's eyes, and she felt that Lan Yuchi seemed to have changed a lot after waking up.
"I will continue to think of a way to return the remaining half to him as soon as possible."