A Son Is Worth a Mother

"Not jealous?" Leng Huaijin stared at her delicate face for a while. Then he lowered his head and looked at his legs in the wheelchair. "That's right. You don't think I can get better. You are beginning to dislike me."

Shen Weiyang was speechless.

However, she was speechless. When she thought that Leng Huaijin's legs had become like this because he wanted to save her and the child, she still blamed herself in her heart.

Reason told her that it was not her fault.

But was it not her fault that she could throw him away without responsibility?

Seeing Shen Weiyang remain silent as if her heart was wavering, a cunning light flashed through Leng Huaijin's eyes.

But he still looked calm and fragile on the surface.

"I want to sleep. Help me take a bath."

He said this very naturally and did not feel that there was anything wrong with it.