As soon as Mo Ang stepped out the door, he saw An Jiancheng in a white uniform.
He frowned slightly.
An Jiancheng looked at him belatedly and squinted his eyes, saying, "Don't you think you were too harsh? Kicking him until he vomited so much blood. Why are you torturing him? You should treat him well."
Mo Ang looked at An Jiancheng, clearly noticing that he hadn't realized the addict in the room was his son.
Of course, no one would recognize that this was once the young and ambitious An Xu, right?
An Xu was very handsome and delicate, quite similar to An Ning.
Now he's become like this, and as his superior, it hurts like a knife to the heart.
The kick was to get him to vomit out the poison, which is beneficial to his body.
Especially his lungs, which needed treatment through pounding.
"What's it to you?" he asked indifferently.
An Jiancheng didn't expect this man, who his daughter liked, who had slept with his daughter, to talk to him like this.
