Tang Zhiluo didn't refuse; at this moment, she needed his embrace, needed some warmth and comfort.
Nestled in his arms, both of them stayed silent, merely sitting together.
It was truly wonderful to have him there.
Otherwise, she would have had to face everything today by herself, with her parents at home who were almost as good as absent, unreliable.
Fortunately, she had Mo Xun as her support.
After embracing for a while, Tang Zhiluo's phone rang; it was her older brother Tang Zhiyu calling.
"It's my big brother," Tang Zhiluo told Mo Xun, then answered the phone.
"Zhiluo, I heard that Zhixian's child is gone?" Tang Zhiyu, who had found out about Tang Zhixian's child's death, was rushing to the hospital by subway after work; he was not free because he was an office worker.
"Yes," Tang Zhiluo responded.
Tang Zhiyu said, "Is it at the Second Hospital? I've just left the station, I will be at the hospital soon."