Could it be that she wanted to say Liang Nianwei's suicide was all because of her, so she intended to settle accounts after the autumn harvest?
Sheng Youxia thought about it and transferred five thousand yuan to him.
Then she asked, "Is that enough?"
Fu Shilv stared at the orange chat window where the transfer amount was displayed, his complexion frozen, "What do you mean?"
"Compensate for her medical expenses, not enough? Then ask her how much she needs."
Fu Shilv stood up and walked to the side, finding typing too bothersome, he held down the voice message button, "I brought her to the hospital because she was seriously injured at the time, even if it were anyone else, I would do the same."
Liang Nianwei slowly regained consciousness, only to hear this sentence.
Her hands could not help but clench tightly, the sewn-up wrist throbbing unbearably, and the back of the other hand still had an IV needle inserted.