Su Tang gently pushed open the door of the ward, Duan Yue was standing with his back to the door, standing by the window on the phone, when he heard the sound of the door, he turned his head and took a look.

Su Tang smiled slightly as a greeting.

Ever since Su Ming was imprisoned, Su Tang hadn't visited him for so many years. He stared blankly at the person with his eyes closed on the hospital bed, not knowing what to do for a while.

Su Ming is old, dark and thin, quite different from the gentle and elegant university professor in his memory.

His right hand was in a plaster cast, the skin exposed outside the hospital gown was full of wounds, and his face was also bruised.

"The doctor said it was a fracture and a slight concussion." Duan Yue hung up the phone at some point and walked over, standing on the other side of the hospital bed: "I'll wake up in a while."

Su Tang was still in a daze, "He... doesn't get along well with others?"

Duan Yue didn't answer, and stared at Su Tang with scorching eyes: "Why do you look bad?"

Su Tang shook his head: "It's okay, I'm a little tired from work recently."

After speaking, he seemed to follow his instinct, and asked again: "How did he get hurt? Who did he fight with?"

Duan Yue leaned against the bed: "The prisoners inside have all sorts of crimes, how can they get along happily or unpleasantly? If you want to get along well, you must either have money or rely on fists."

Su Ming is a scholar, how can he be the opponent of other prisoners.

Su Tang looked at Su Ming on the hospital bed, and said in a very soft voice, "He has a bad personality and is self-respecting, so I'm afraid he has been bullied a lot."

Duan Yue didn't answer, just sighed.

Su Tang stretched out his hand hesitantly, wanting to touch Su Ming's face, but the moment he was about to touch it, he froze. He seemed to have come to his senses, not knowing what he had just done, and all his actions were instinctive.

A child who has regarded his father as a hero since he was a child has an instinct when he sees his father again a few years later.

Although the image of this hero has already collapsed.

"I'm leaving first," Su Tang said hastily, "I'll contact you when I'm free."

After finishing speaking, before Duan Yue could speak, he turned around and opened the door to go out.

"Wait!" Duan Yue chased him out, ran forward and grabbed Su Tang's arm: "You look so ugly, did you not have breakfast?"

"It's okay," Su Tang said with a pale face, "I'm just..."

He lowered his head and did not continue, but Duan Yue understood his unfinished words. He patted Su Tang on the shoulder: "I know, I'll take you out, we haven't spoken for a long time."

Su Tang nodded, he was indeed in a daze now, let Duan Yue drag him downstairs.

"Teacher Su has never given up appealing for himself." Duan Yue moved slowly, accommodating Su Tang, "He insisted that he was wronged."

Su Tang stared at the steps under his feet: "Didn't he always say that?"

Duan Yue stopped, turned around and looked at him: "Su Tang, I plan to re-apply to investigate Mr. Su's case."

Su Tang froze for a moment: "But..."

"Listen to me," Duan Yue had already brought Su Tang to the first floor, he paused, and said seriously: "There were many doubts in the verdict back then. I asked Mr. Su secretly, and Mr. Su only said that he offended him. People who shouldn't be offended, but I won't talk about it if I ask him again."

Su Tang's eyes widened: "You mean, he might have been wronged?"

"No," Duan Yue frowned, "I suspect that someone made Mr. Su take the blame."

"How come..." Su Tang lowered his head and murmured.

If it is true that Su Ming offended someone as Duan Yue said, why didn't he say that at the beginning, as a professor, he deals with books all day long, so where would he have any chance to get in touch with the so-called "big shots?"

Who would be able to get an innocent person sentenced to 25 years for intentional homicide?

Su Tang felt as if there were countless threads in his brain pulling his nerves at the same time, and he couldn't figure out the myriad of threads.

He frowned and pressed his temples. Before he could speak, a familiar voice suddenly came from the corner.

"Brother Tang?"

Su Tang immediately turned his head and met a compelling gaze.

Huo Boyuan was wearing a mask, and his sharp eyes were exposed from under the deliberately lowered peaked cap. He stood behind Lin Xi's wheelchair, apparently for a long time.

Lin Xi sat in the wheelchair with an innocent face, as if he wasn't the one who yelled at her yesterday, her trousers were rolled up high, and blood seeped out of the gauze.

"you…"

"you…"

Huo Boyuan and Su Tang spoke at the same time.

Su Tang pursed his lips and looked away guiltily. Huo Boyuan looked at Duan Yue's hand, which was still holding Su Tang's arm, feeling very glaring for no reason.

"I remember I just sent you back."

After a few minutes of silence, Huo Boyuan's voice was so cold that it could condense into ice balls.

"I... came to see a friend." Su Tang lowered his head.

Huo Boyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and sneered: "Really? What friend?"

His eyes were too aggressive, Duan Yue felt uncomfortable for a while, he asked Su Tang in a low voice: "Do you know him?"

Su Tang gave a "hmm" and looked at Duan Yue apologetically: "I will think about what you just said, please go up first."

Duan Yue was a little worried: "Can you do it by yourself?"

"I'm fine," Su Tang could feel the unkindness in Huo Boyuan's eyes, so he bit the bullet and hurriedly sent Duan Yue away.

Huo Boyuan kept looking at Duan Yue until he disappeared at the top of the stairs before looking away.

Su Tang took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, looked at Huo Boyuan, and asked softly, "Did you not go back to the company?"

"No." Huo Boyuan gave Su Tang a meaningful look, stepped forward, and grabbed Su Tang's wrist.

Huo Boyuan's hands were strong, Su Tang felt a pain in his wrist, subconsciously frowned, and let out a painful moan pressed against his throat.

"Tell me what happened last night."

Su Tang's eyes looking at Huo Boyuan were black and clear, with bewilderment and forbearance.

His first reaction was that Lin Xi called yesterday and answered the phone himself.

"What happened last night?" Su Tang asked.

"Did Xiaoxi call last night?" Huo Boyuan looked at Su Tang's face full of pain, frowned, and involuntarily let go of his strength.

Su Tang lowered his head and glanced at Lin Xi, who looked at him with raised eyebrows as if he had succeeded.

"Yes, sorry, I forgot to tell you." Su Tang's words were too pale, he didn't know if Huo Boyuan would believe him.

"Su Tang, I know, you have always had some opinions on Xiaoxi," Huo Boyuan sighed, "But if you don't tell me about such a big matter, Xiaoxi is also trying to hide it from me. If I didn't realize it just now, I still don't know about it until now." kept in the dark."

Su Tang didn't understand what Huo Boyuan meant at all. He looked up at Huo Boyuan and subconsciously asked, "I don't know..."

I don't know that a missed call is considered a big deal to Huo Boyuan.

Huo Boyuan's face darkened: "I don't know what, I don't know that Xiao Xi was injured last night?"

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