Drawing a Clear Line

Although she said that, Li Jin's hand that was holding the 300 yuan was still clenched tightly. It was 300 yuan, Xia Hai's monthly salary, but now he had to give it to him so easily.

Hearing Li Jin's words, Xia Wan was happy. However, she couldn't act like this in front of her, or she would be done for.

Xia Hai, who was in the ward, had also heard the commotion outside. Xia Wan had deliberately left the door half-open so he could listen to it with his own ears.

How did his mother, who he had always respected and loved, treat his family like that when he was hospitalized?

Xia Hai's hands were wrapped in bandages, and it was impossible to see what was going on inside. He pulled off the IV needle and walked out of the ward.