rapped in bandages. She sighed, "Xiang Wan, I didn't help you two years ago. Do you hate me""Helping is a favor, not helping is my duty. Besides, He Zong is your son, there's nothing wrong with you st..."What's wrong" He Hanchuan asked. 。t a controllable toyMeng Lan's heart ached so intensely that she couldn't even breathe. Tears streamed down her cheeks, "pat pat" falling one after another.She couldn't say a word, but Feng Mu frowned...