Looking at the man, Feng Jinglei remained silent.
Ma Pianpian also turned her head, meeting his deep, ink-black eyes, "Brother Feimo..."
"Make sure to rest well, don't worry about your leg. I will find the best doctor to heal you."
With those words, Qin Feimo stood up, "Rest well."
The implication was that he was leaving.
Ma Pianpian was slightly anxious, "Brother Feimo, have you forgotten about my sister's death? This woman, if it weren't for her, my sister wouldn't have died!!"
Facing her resentment, Qin Feimo's gaze remained deep.
Qianqian's death had passed, and the cause was thoroughly investigated; this fact couldn't be overturned by a single claim.
"Your sister's death was an accident, unforeseen by anyone."
Looking at Qin Feimo, Ma Pianpian suddenly laughed, "So are you defending this woman?"
Sensing the unusual look and tone from her, Qin Feimo subtly furrowed his brows, a hint of displeasure darkening his expression.
