Coma

Zhouzhou cried in an agonizing way, her sobs heart-wrenching.

While crying, she suddenly thought of Ye Lingfeng. She ran to his bedside, holding his hand and speaking with a pitiful tone, "Dad, I've sacrifice so much for you. If you don't wake up, I won't like you anymore, I'll only like my other dad!"

In the past, those words were always the most effective with Ye Lingfeng. After all, he had spent so many years fighting for her affection, and now he was on the verge of being cast aside while watching his rival rise to the top. How could he bear it?

Even if he were half-conscious, he would immediately jump out of bed and go find Qin Lie for a fight.

But this time, he still lay there on the bed, showing no response.

Zhouzhou looked at him, and her tears flowed even more fiercely.

This wasn't an act; it was genuine sorrow.

"Dad," she said, pressing her face against Ye Lingfeng's hand, her tears falling steadily.