Saint Bastard, I Want to Go Out for a Walk

Feng Sheng's cold eyes were filled with ruthlessness, gloominess, and terror. His pair of cold eyes were like a killing god that had crawled out of hell, with a bloodthirsty light.

That bunch of trash monitored Yangyang's Weibo comments and did not block her private messages. Damn it!

For the next week, Luo Yangyang was in a daze.

After she finished her three meals a day, she would visit Luo Ying on time, who had not been transferred out of the intensive care unit.

Luo Ying's life was out of danger, but she had not woken up.

Chun Yucheng said that Luo Ying had suffered a severe blow to her head and was mentally stimulated before the accident. From the looks of it, everything was actually quite normal.

Luo Ying could wake up at any time, but no one could say when.

Luo Yangyang guessed that Chun Yucheng was implying that her mother might become a vegetable.