Zhao Qing left.
He didn't say much, and although he still felt pity for the money, he expressed support for their decision.
He didn't suffer any serious injuries, truly because of good luck. Most importantly, it was He Fang who brandished a knife and confronted the group, driving them away.
Otherwise, if they had been punched and kicked by a group of drunk youths and delayed getting medical help, Qin Guanglin wouldn't even be able to eat by himself right now.
One had affection, the other had intention. She was almost certain that these two people would end up together; it would be unreasonable if they didn't marry.
"Do you think I'm very fierce?" He Fang sat by the hospital bed and was peeling an orange for Qin Guanglin as their after-meal fruit.
"You must have been even fiercer last night."
"That's right, I was like a Valkyrie, hey ha... Open your mouth."
"Ouch... so sour. You eat it yourself."
