At the moment when he was about to open the door, his great hands fell again.
What qualifications did he have?!
After a bitter smile,Zhan Yucheng turned and went to the ward of Qin Yu's room.
Qin Yu, though he had been awake, was particularly weak, and her well-maintained face looked more pale and fragile than the paper.
Zhan Yucheng’s eyes were sour, but he was such a proud man,he could not shed tears, he sat in front of the hospital bed, gently called, "Mom."
Qin Yu's consciousness was still very clear, she saw Zhan Yucheng, struggling to want to sit up from the bed.
Zhan Jing was afraid that Qin Yu would break the wound on the body, and hold down his wife.
"Xiao Cheng,the woman who pushed me down the stairs and stabbed me was not Chacha." Qin Yu spoke a little hard. After saying these words, she softened for a while before continuing to say, "That woman has the same face as Chacha, but her voice was not as Chacha."
"Mom."