But Liang Nianwei had gone blind, unable to see; abandoning her here was not a good thing.
Not far away, the waiter had served all the dishes, but with no guests present, not even a single bite had been taken yet.
Liang Nianwei's face was pale as death.
Fu Shilv wore no superfluous expression, "She spent the whole day with Master, it's the least I can do to ensure she gets back safely."
"Then do as you please."
Sheng Youxia was about to leave.
The man grabbed her again.
She shook off his hand, "Mr. Fu, don't forget to pick up the luggage later."
Once these words were spoken, Fu Shilv understood their meaning.
"I'll call her a cab then."
There wasn't a moment when Sheng Youxia felt sympathy for Liang Nianwei, not even for a second. In front of Wen Jinglan's hospital room, when she provocatively said that Fu Shilv wouldn't ignore her, her face didn't look like this.