"Oh, having a disabled man as a husband doesn't seem too bad," she said.
A cold and eccentric voice came from the side. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and said arrogantly, "What's there to fuss about? He's just a cripple who just eats and waits for death."
"You really don't plan on checking the neuroscience department to take a look at your brain?" Leng Rongrong looked at Leng Qingqing and asked in all seriousness.
"What?" Leng Qingqing did not react for a moment and looked at Leng Rongrong in confusion.
"You're so severely disabled. Are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital?" Leng Rongrong's eyes were filled with a trace of ridicule.
In the past, she was worried that Leng Qingqing's words would hurt Mo Linyuan.
But now, she doesn't need to worry at all.
Mo Lingyuan was probably more powerful than she had imagined. If he suddenly stood up, Leng Qingqing would probably stomp her feet in regret.