Yin Zhan furrowed his brows and his face was filled with a threatening coldness. I'm on my way to the President's House. I'm going to talk to the president personally to ask for her. Please come back as soon as possible.
Yin Rong sat on the chair for a long time after his son hung up the phone. He was filled with regret. Why didn't he enter the hospital to take a look that time? at least he didn't have to rack his brain to think about how his daughter looked like.
Yin Rong had a stomach full of questions. How did his late daughter escape from death?
This question had become a mystery forever, because the only person who knew the truth had passed away.
He wiped his face, tears streaming down his face. His daughter had been lost and found again. He could not control the tears of joy in his heart.