Zi'an abruptly stopped crying and asked, "Really?"
Lai Bao nodded seriously, "Yes, really."
"Let's go inside and talk."
Zhao Yu Fen looked at the two workers watching them from across the street and pulled Zi'an into the hospital room.
Lai Bao followed without a second thought, then quickly stepped aside to let the elder enter first.
In the hospital room, Wen Cheng leaned against the headboard with two pillows behind him. His face was pale and haggard, white hair had grown around his temples, and there were faint traces of tears at the corners of his eyes. He looked old and defeated, indescribably desolate.
Seeing them enter, Wen Cheng quickly turned his face away and raised his hand to wipe his eyes.
Zhao Yu Fen and Lai Bao, seeing Wen Cheng like this, were so heartbroken that they couldn't speak, fearing they would burst into tears.
So, it was only Mu Bai who stepped forward and said, "Uncle."