Chapter 284 Who Would Blame Their Own Child?

her friend!Jiang Qingran wasn't angry, she simply wiped it off nonchalantly, then with great effort dragged Xiang Wan into the car. "It all started with a car accident, and it will end with one too...."Wanwan, you... how do you feel now" Yu Jingyun wiped her eyes and asked with both heartache and worry. 。

Towards Evening looked at her crying, a complex mix of emotions in her heart. But when she spoke, her expression remained calm as ever, "I'm already much better, Madam Lu don't worry so much."

"Hearing her daughter still call her 'Madam,' Jingyun felt a pang of bitterness, but she didn't dwell on it. Instead, she worriedly said, “Why is your complexion still so pale Should we call another doctor”“There’s no guarantee a sickness will get better right away. It’s natural for Wanwan’s face to look pale after surgery.” 。“To Jian Guo,” 。Upon hearing this, Huanghuang's face was filled with sarcasm. Calling her "Huanghuang" one moment and "Wa Wa" the next, didn't he find it embarrassingYu Jingyun, however, thought Xiang Jianguo made sense and asked, “Are you hungry Would you like something to eat”“No, thank you for your concern,” 。"However, I need to rest now. Madam Xiang and Mr. Xiang should leave first," A-Wan said softly. 。" Xiang Jian Guo gave Jing Yun a handkerchief and sighed, "Wan Wan, I did something wrong before. If you blame me, it's okay." 。But your mother has worried about you a lot. Since you got out of jail, for the past few months, her eyes have been swollen almost every day. Isn't it inappropriate for you to treat her like thisYu Jingyun looked at Xiangwan with pleading eyes, wiping away tears from the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief. The redness around her eyes hadn't disappeared yet. 。"How you choose to treat me is your freedom. Whether I choose to forgive you is my freedom." 。or his little bit of tenderness!"What are you laughing at Speak!" Feng Mu looked at her smile, but the smile didn't reach his eyes. His whole body trembled suddenly.It felt like punching a cotton ball...