The communication between the two was not very loud, but Mu Weireng, who was lying on the bed, still heard the sound, frowned, raised her head, glanced over the two people and said, "Oh! You are here! How is He Tianqi?"

"He Tianqi is fine, so let's take a look at Song Xiyue." Leng Boxi replied, looking at Song Xiyue with concern.

Mu Wei Leng also glanced at Song Xiyue who was lying on the bed and said, "Her wounds are still quite deep and need to be recuperated."

"Well, Han Lingsheng and I think so too, so we decided to look at her." Leng Boxi said for granted, without any embarrassment on Junyi's face.

They didn't think their decision was inappropriate. Song Xiyue was injured under their noses, so they should take care of her.

"It's good." Although Mu Weilen didn't agree very much, he thought that he was deprived of his time alone with Song Xiyue, but he thought carefully that he could not look at Song Xiyue 24 hours a day, but he also felt that Song Xiyue was not the kind of obedient little girl.

I guess I will be discharged from the hospital after waking up, and it is unlikely that I will recover from my injuries.

If Leng Boxi and Han Lingsheng can take care of each other, it will be much more convenient, and at least two more people can be added to suppress her.

"Mu Wei Leng, are you okay? You look very tired, why don't you rest first?" Leng Boxi also looked at Mu Wei Leng with some concern.

His expression was full of fatigue.

Mu Wei Leng shook his head and said, "I'm fine. By the way, the room next door seems to be Song Xiyue's friend staying inside. The one who was shot and was sent in by Han Chucai. I just saw him being pushed in before I went to bed."

"Han Chucai is quite trustworthy and has really sent him to the hospital." Leng Boxi snorted coldly, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes.

"You go and have a look, I'll sleep for a while." After that, Mu Weilen leaned against the hospital bed and took a nap again.

Leng Boxi and Han Lingsheng looked at each other and went to the next ward.

The ward was filled with the smell of disinfectant. On the bed was a man with silver hair, pale face, bloodless and white lips. He was wrapped in bandages on his upper body. He was in a state of awakening, his eyes looked ahead, his eyes were dull.

"Are you Song Xiyue's friend?" Leng Boxi asked, without any emotion in his voice.

Yin slowly turned his head, glanced at Leng Boxi and Han Lingsheng, and nodded, and agreed.

"Your wound?" Leng Boxi wanted to ask about his wound.

But he saw that he frowned in disgust and replied coldly, "It's okay!"

"Oh..." Seeing that his attitude was not friendly, Leng Boxi was very smart and did not ask any more questions. When he wanted to leave with Han Lingsheng, Yin suddenly spoke again, "Wait!"

"Hmm?" Leng Boxi made a single note, with a little confusion in his voice.

"Is Song Xiyue okay?" Yin hesitated for a while before asking awkwardly.

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Chapter completed!