Meng Xingzhe looked at Yao Jia in a flash and said slowly.

On his face was an expression that Yao Jia had never seen before, without being unruly or ridiculed, and only a kind of seriousness after calming down.

The alcohol soaked his eyes dark and bright, and the incandescent lamp on the top wall seemed to highlight him, making his nose as high as a mountain.

His thin lips moved slightly, and he spoke in a hoarse voice, speaking thoughtful sentences.

He approached Yao Jia like this, looked into her eyes and said, "From then, I think that if people don't punish themselves, there is no good deed, there is always someone who has to pay the corresponding price for kindness.

So that day you said it was a call for help, and I insisted that it was not up to me to hang up.

But later Qin Zhenxin said that there were still patients living in the house. If they were later, everyone might have to fall ill. If they delayed for a longer period of time, maybe everyone would have to die of illness directly."

He looked at Yao Jia and frowned slightly. His eyes became confused because of alcohol and a little introspective doubt. When he stared at people, his heart beat faster.

He stared at Yao Jia and said, "I have been wondering these days, are I becoming the kind of person I once asked for help and finally disappointed me?

Am I becoming the kind of person I hate the most?"

He had a deep confusion in his eyes and stared at Yao Jia.

At this moment when the souls meet, Tian Huasheng dared not let out arrogance.

Yao Jia took a breath and said, "Then you change yourself and let you not become the kind of person you hate the most! And-"
Chapter completed!