For the safety of Wu Shitong, Lin Qingrong stayed in the villa.
When he saw Liu Guifeng and her son accompanying Lin Baici and the others into the living room, his mood immediately soured.
"Madam, Mr. Wu, didn't we agree on this? What do you mean by this?"
Lin Qingrong questioned.
"God Lin, it's almost been a day, and my husband still hasn't woken up. If this continues, I'm worried..."
Liu Guifeng sobbed uncontrollably.
"God Lin, sorry."
Wu Guofu also knew this was not right, but who could bring Hu Yingxiong over?
"You don't need to apologize."
Lin Qingrong certainly knew where the problem lay, and he spoke frankly: "Let me be upfront—if they can't contain the Taboo things, your father will definitely suffer a secondary pollution, and with his current health, I'm afraid he won't make it!"
"By then, if our Xia Tuan steps in and something goes wrong, you all need to be mentally prepared!"
Wu Guofu was torn upon hearing this.
