Right, I still don't know how Qiangwei is doing now.
She looked up and glanced at her husband, "Is Feifei okay?"
"She has woken up, it's just that her mood isn't good."
"The leg, is there really no way to treat it?"
"Yeah." He nodded, his emotions somewhat complex and intertwined.
"What about dad? Hasn't he come back yet?"
"Yeah, he's at the hospital with her."
Tang Yuyan lowered her gaze, not asking further. With Feifei's strong and proud nature, losing a leg must have been a huge blow to her indeed.
Remembering the reason she had come back, Nangong Mingchuan stood up, wanting to look for his daughter's gun.
Tang Yuyan thought he hadn't bathed all night, so he went upstairs to wash up.
But when he got to his daughter's room and searched, he didn't see the handgun. Tang Yuyan, who had waited for a long time downstairs, saw he hadn't come down, so she went upstairs.
"Mingchuan, what are you doing?"
