"My poor child!"
In the hospital, Bi Wu's mother, Wang Caiyun, looked at Bi Wu, who was lying on the hospital bed getting an IV, and couldn't help but exclaim. She rushed to the bed and started crying loudly.
Bi Qingzhi's already grim face turned even darker as he scolded Wang Caiyun, "What are you crying and wailing about? Xiao Wu isn't dead. Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
"What the hell are you saying, Bi Qingzhi!" Wang Caiyun glared fiercely at Bi Qingzhi, "Will you only be satisfied if Xiao Wu is dead? He's a piece of my flesh! If you're not worried, I am! If I'm embarrassing you, then get out! Stay outside where you won't be embarrassed!"
"Haven't you caused enough trouble yet! You…"
