Chapter 97: Why don't you just send her to the hospital?

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The whipping sound continued for a long time.

Nian che, who was hiding outside the door, couldn't bear to listen any longer. He rushed in and shouted, stop fighting!

Nian Junting and Song Wan looked over. Nian che avoided their gazes and walked behind Nian lie with hesitation.

With just one glance, he didn't dare to look anymore.

He turned his head away, his voice trembling. He was obviously afraid.

Stop fighting, something will happen if you continue.

He deserved it!

Nian Junting's chest heaved up and down, his breathing uneven, getting heavier and heavier.

The ferule in his hand, which was two fingers wide, was already stained with blood. It had cracked from the middle.

The man on the ground was no longer as strong-willed as before. His body was bent like a bow, and his shirt was torn on the back. The wounds were mottled, and his skin and flesh were torn open. He was drenched in blood, making one's heart palpitate with fear at first sight.

The air reeked of blood.

The atmosphere in the hall was heavy and solemn.

Nian Junting was still cold.

Are you going to admit your mistake or not?

Song Wan couldn't take it anymore. She turned her head away and cried.

Nian che looked at the man who was stubbornly refusing to say a word. He was angry, but his heart ached.

He and his sister-in-law were still fine before, but suddenly there was a mistress and she was pregnant!

It was one thing for her to be pregnant, but his brother insisted that she give birth to the child?

Then what about his sister-in-law?

Nian Yun knelt on one knee, tilted his head to look at him, and tried to persuade him,big brother, what's going on? I don't believe that you're really related to Yingluo. Quickly explain yourself!

Nian che gritted his teeth and said, say something. Say that you have nothing to do with that woman and that her child is not yours. Say it!

The man, who had not moved for a long time, turned his face slightly. His face was so pale that it was almost transparent, making Nian Che's heart tighten.

Nian lie's listless eyes looked at him. His thin lips were purple and white, but he didn't say a word.

Nian che clenched his fists tightly. The respect he had for him had completely disappeared from his usually clear and bright face.

Nian che, move.

A rather intimidating voice fell from above.

Nian che gritted his teeth, stood up, and backed away.

Nian Junting didn't show any signs of heartache or reluctance. His cold gaze was locked on Nian lie.

if you don't know what you did wrong, then just keep kneeling. When you've thought it through, you can come and find me.

The ruler was thrown in front of him, and the figure in front of him walked away.

If he doesn't get it, then kneel until he does. This time, no one is allowed to plead for him!

It hurt.

It was a pain that burned like fire.

There wasn't an intact piece of skin on his body. He was covered in purplish-red wounds that were bleeding non-stop.

Nian lie's ears were suddenly near and far, and he lost all his senses.

His vision turned black and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.

He didn't have any strength left to support himself.

His pale lips moved and he said something.

Then, his tall body swayed and fell to the ground.

Night time, close to midnight.

The night sky was dark, and the moon and stars were hidden behind the dark clouds. The whole city was in the dark, without a trace of light.

On the road, a black luxury car was driving madly in one direction at the speed of a wild horse.

Outside Yunxi No. 1, Lu Zhui hurriedly got out of the car and opened the door. With heavy expressions, he and Nian che helped the person in the back seat out of the car and into the manor.

The servant was dumbfounded by their lineup.

Nian Che's usual cheeky smile was nowhere to be seen. be careful! he yelled at the maid, don't touch him! Call the doctor!

Only then did the people in the living room see the tragic state behind the man, and their faces turned pale.

After helping him into the bedroom on the first floor, Nian che and Lu Zhui wiped the sweat off their foreheads as they looked at the terrible injuries on him.

Lu Zhui's face darkened. second young master, why don't we just send eldest young master to the hospital?