"Let's use mine," Zhong Jinghao spoke with a calm face, as if discussing a trivial matter, "I'm still young. Even if I lose some vitality, it won't be too much of a problem."
"No," Zheng Silin immediately retorted, "Jing Hao, you're still young, and you have a long future ahead of you. Listen to me, this time we'll use your dad's and my vitality to save Meng Fan."
"Mom, you—" Zhong Jinghao had barely started speaking when he was interrupted by Zhong Minghao.
"This is decided," Zhong Minghao declared the final decision. "It's your mom's and my decision. If you're a filial child, then don't say anything else."
"Jing Hao, stop talking."
At that moment, Old Sir Zhong also joined the conversation, "I know you don't want your parents to be in danger. But the one at risk now is Meng Fan, their daughter. Now, saving Meng Fan is also their responsibility as parents."
In the end, Zhong Jinghao had no choice but to agree.