The man carried Lin Yixun out of the operating room, only to be stopped by Ouyang Hao.
"Stop!"
Ouyang Hao stepped forward step by step, his gaze falling on Lin Yixun's paper-white face. His body shook violently, and he staggered back a few steps.
Just a few months ago, she was fine. How did things turn out like this the next time they met?
Ouyang Hao's eyes suddenly turned icy, glaring fiercely at Leng Yixiu, "It's you, it's all because of you, Leng Yixiu. If it weren't for you, how could Yixun end up like this!"
Leng Yixiu lifted his eyelids, glanced at him expressionlessly, and said nothing, just turned his head like a puppet and moved his eyes.
He looked down slowly at Lin Yixun in his arms, his voice softer than ever before, "It's so noisy here, you must not be able to sleep well. I'll take you back, back to our new house, okay?"
