Lu Shengqing gave a bitter smile and sighed, "Enough, Mom, don't always blame Lingche. Let the past be the past. Lingche doesn't like Qiao Yin; he likes Yuyi, and that's not something he can control on his own. Matters of the heart are complicated, and the divorce wasn't his fault. You shouldn't have forced him to marry someone he didn't love in the first place. It was unfair to Qiao Yin; she's truly innocent."
Lu Lingche frowned slightly, "Big brother, I don't like Yuyi, and Qiao Yin and I also…"
"You don't need to explain anymore, Lingche."
Lu Shengqing cut him off, speaking in a gentle tone, "You're my younger brother, and we are the closest of brothers. No matter what you've done, I won't blame you. Mom moving me to this hospital was indeed too rushed and impulsive. She misunderstood Qiao Yin, but we can slowly clarify that later. Right now, the most important thing is my leg. I might need to recuperate here for a while."