Ye Lixun's heart palpitated at Li Tingshen's terrifying gaze.
She recalled everything he had just said.
The words "don't provoke me" made one worried.
Ye Qingqiu had never thought about the consequences of Li Tingshen's words.
She didn't know where her confidence came from, but she knew that Li Tingshen wouldn't kill her if she insisted on leaving.
There was nothing more despairing and painful than death, she thought.
But she was wrong again.
Ye Lixun had communicated with the doctor just now. She could visit him again.
Perhaps because she had someone to rely on, Ye Qingqiu felt much more relaxed.
Although she had half an hour to visit her, she didn't stay for more than thirty minutes.
Even though he was her brother, she couldn't stand there and chat with him for thirty minutes.
She would never spend time on such meaningless things.