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Sheng Liang scoffed, but still continued walking, "On what basis do you think I would give up my dignity because of a woman?"

Sheng Hua squinted, and the movements of his hands became obvious hesitation: "The one in her stomach, is your child."

"So what? I've never admitted it." Sheng Liang stood still in front of Sheng Hua and snorted, "I haven't thanked you for helping me solve my problem."

Seeing the disdain and ridicule in Sheng Liang's eyes, Sheng Hua acted as if he had swallowed a fly, but he quickly laughed out again: "You think I would believe you, but what are you doing here if you don't care?"

"Make your move now and see if I care." Sheng Liang stared at Sheng Hua.

Sheng Hua was probably more clear than anyone about Sheng Liang's cold-blooded attitude. There was still no one that could become his weakness.

So when Sheng Liang said this, he didn't feel reassured at all. He didn't care about the life in his hands, but being ordered to do this by Sheng Liang made him feel very unhappy.

"Stop pointing fingers and pointing fingers at me, our debt —" Looking at Sheng Liang's provocative eyes, the originally impatient Sheng Hua was now enraged, especially when his originally flawless plan was disrupted by Sheng Liang.

Sheng Hua wanted to point the baseball bat at Sheng Liang, but just as he was about to raise it and leave Qiao Xuan's head, he suddenly felt a sharp pain from his wrist. It was probably because his hand tendons had been cut off, he instinctively let go of his hand.

Sheng Liang had already caught the baseball bat in his hand. He put away the knife and slowly approached Sheng Hua with the baseball bat in his hand. His gaze was so cold that it seemed like it was going to freeze up: "It's time for us to settle our debts, ever since you pushed my mother down the stairs, there hasn't been a day that I don't want to kill you!"

The current Sheng Liang was like a judge from hell. Looking at him, Sheng Hua unconsciously retreated step by step, but his mouth still refused to compromise: "If you dare to touch me, even Sheng Tianhao would not dare to do anything to me. Don't you know who I am!"

Sheng Liang laughed coldly: "So I said, thank you for helping me out. Do you think you are still Sheng Hua, or Wei Xinfei? Right now, you are merely a person who doesn't even exist. Even if you die, your Xilin Family would not know about it. "

Sheng Hua's face suddenly turned pale. It was unknown whether it was because he had lost too much blood or because he was scared, but he shook his head and said: "I won't, you wouldn't dare …"

"I want to let you go. You're asking for death." When he came in and saw Qiao Xuan covered in blood, Sheng Liang had already made his decision.

Sheng Hua's eyes turned, and suddenly he ran towards Qiao Xuan, only then did he realize that he was tricked by Sheng Liang, and this woman was still useful.

However, Sheng Liang didn't even give him a chance. Upon seeing his movements, he had already swung his baseball bat, hitting the back of's head unerringly. With a stuffy groan, Sheng Hua laid flat on the ground without any signs of movement.

His chest continued to move up and down. He crouched down and took off his jacket and wrapped it around Qiao Xuan's body, lifting her up with great effort.

Luo Jie and Qiao Nan just happened to come in at the same time. Seeing the blood on Qiao Xuan's body and the people lying on the ground, they were stunned for a moment and then immediately moved aside so that Sheng Liang could carry Qiao Xuan out.

When they were getting on the carriage, Qiao Nan saw that Sheng Liang was unable to hold on and wanted to take Qiao Xuan away from him, but Sheng Liang did not let go.

Luo Jie had called the hospital in advance, so when they arrived, the doctors were already prepared. Qiao Xuan was quickly sent to the operation room.

Sheng Liang sat on a bench in the corridor. His entire body was covered in sweat, even his shirt was drenched in sweat.

"Sheng Hua..." Luo Jie said carefully, but seeing Sheng Liang's expression, he did not ask anymore.

He had thought about it many times, and if one day Sheng Liang really killed Sheng Hua, he would definitely take the blame for him.

"He is not dead, but he is crippled." Sheng Liang's voice was a little hoarse, and her eyes seemed to be a little erratic.

Only then did Luo Jie remember that he was still sick, and quickly replied: "Young Master Liang, it's coincidentally at the hospital, I'll get the nurse to arrange a ward for you."

"No need, I'll go home and find a substitute." Sheng Liang leaned back to make himself more comfortable.

"Alright." Luo Jie immediately went to the side to make a call.

Qiao Nan was originally wandering around the entrance of the operation room, and when he turned around, he saw Sheng Liang leaning her head on the back of the chair, with one hand on her forehead, looking very uncomfortable. He walked over and sat down beside him, and said absentmindedly: "If it wasn't for that, my sister would have gone to see an art exhibition, she hoped that her child would become a painter in the future, but now …"

Sheng Liang's heart was cold, but it was as if a ball of fire was burning in his chest, making it hard for him to breathe.

He did not respond to Qiao Nan, and did not even move an inch. There was only his adam's apple that was rolling up and down, indicating his current state of mind.

Seeing that he did not react, Qiao Nan laughed at himself, "I still have to thank you. At least you saved my sister's life, I also want to beg you.

After Qiao Nan finished speaking, he walked to the side, so he did not see Sheng Liang's hand that was on his forehead, and his fingers were tightly clenched.

When Sheng Liang returned home, he was completely terrified when he opened the door. "Sir, what happened?

Qi Luo, who was sitting on the sofa, heard Qing Qing's scream and immediately ran over. Looking at the blood on his clothes, he immediately covered his mouth, but his eyes flashed: "Liangliang, are you alright?"

Sheng Liang looked at her, shifted his gaze, and said lightly: "I'm going to take a bath."

"Cool …" Qi Luo watched him go up the stairs as her lips muttered, but she didn't say anything.

When Sheng Liang changed into a new set of clothes, there was only Qi Luo left in the living room. She was smoking by the French window, her petite figure looked extremely adorable.

Hearing the voice, Qi Luo turned around and saw Sheng Liang, as she hurriedly put out the cigarette in her hand. She knew that Sheng Liang disliked her the most as she smoked, so her eyes were filled with panic: "Sorry, I …"

She wanted to explain, but she was too anxious. Perhaps it was because she had swallowed some air, but she suddenly started coughing.

Sheng Liang reached out to pat her back with a complicated expression on his face: "Don't smoke anymore in the future."

The indifference in Sheng Liang's voice made Qi Luo even more panicked. She immediately hugged Sheng Liang and nodded heavily: "Alright, I'll listen to you. I'll listen to anything you say."

Sheng Liang's fingers that were still on her back stiffened a little, and then he removed them without leaving a trace of traces behind. "I want to go see the commander, come with me."

Qi Luo hurriedly nodded.

In a small house in the corner of the courtyard, the Commander heard someone open the door and ran over happily while shouting. He stood up with both of his legs on top of Sheng Liang.

Sheng Liang saw that the bandages on the commander's legs had been rewrapped, and the emotions in his eyes became even more complicated.