Every word was like a needle, piercing Ling Ye's heart.

Ling Ye didn't know what else to say to refute. He sat helplessly on the edge of the hospital bed, looked at Ling Zhan who had closed his eyes, and lowered his head in pain. Said to Jiang Mochen, "I will take Long Teng back from your hands! In an upright way!"

"Okay, I'll wait." Jiang Mochen replied coldly, then bowed slightly to Ling Zhan's body, and left with Yan Xi.