Sang Nanfeng listened to the accusations swirling around him and felt nothing inside, simply letting them berate him. He found his younger brother's self-righteous words laughable.
Although he desperately wanted forgiveness, he insisted on putting on this persona. Why bother?
He had already had someone hypnotize Qiaoqiao, instilling a new script and erasing those unpleasant memories. He didn't believe they could really harden their hearts when Qiaoqiao called them brothers.
In the midst of his wild thoughts, Sang Nanfeng superficially admitted his error, "I was wrong."
Just as the beating was getting intense, they saw through the glass door that the young girl who had been lying in the hospital bed had sat up, looking bewilderedly in their direction.
They subconsciously stopped their movements and straightened up.
Mr. Sang Senior was the first to push open the door and walk into the hospital room, "Qiaoqiao, do you feel unwell anywhere else? Do you remember who I am?"
