The Poisonous Husband of a Spoiled Wife Must Be Good

Zuo Qi walked out of the ward, his face a little pale, and his fiery red hair was particularly dazzling. She looked at the middle-aged man standing in the corridor. The corners of his bloodless lips were slightly raised, looking very cold. "This money is for you, take it and make up for it. Your mother..." The man handed over a check, but the check was taken away before he finished speaking. "You have no right to mention my mother!" Zuo Qi snorted coldly, stuffed the check into his bag and left. . She got into the taxi, reported her address, and then leaned against the window and closed her eyes. Countless images flashed through my mind, what was the last...