"I understand, Second Uncle." Shen Mingfeng gave a faint smile, holding Jiang Meilin's hand tightly to his lips, and said with a slight choke, "I just hope Meilin can recover soon. It doesn't matter to me if I don't get those shares, I just hope she gets well."
When he said those words, he truly hoped Jiang Meilin would recover. After all, she was the only one who could transfer the shares to him.
Jiang Family's Second Uncle said nothing more.
The ambulance hurried along, reaching the nearest hospital within ten minutes.
Nurses and the doctor took a gurney, pushing Jiang Meilin to the operating room. They first removed the bottle lodged in her neck, then stopped the bleeding and did a brain CT.
Both Jiang Family's Second Uncle and Shen Mingfeng anxiously awaited the results outside.
Jian Yanyan sat in Su Junhao's car, her whole body numb. Her gaze was fixed outside the window, but she saw nothing as familiar scenes slipped past. Suddenly, she felt a wave of weariness.
