The butler instructed the solider on guard at the door, "Quickly have someone call the young master, tell him to come here quickly, it's imperative that he comes."
Zhao comforted Ming Mei, "Young Madam, don't panic, don't worry, everything will be alright... The old master will be fine."
Ming Mei's complexion was even worse than the old master's. She bent down, grabbed the old man's hand, and said, "Dad, you have to get better... as long as you are alright... I won't fuss about the past anymore, I won't investigate it."
When the old man was lying there, possibly about to lose his life the next second, Ming Mei realized how scared she was.
She had long considered the old man as her biological father.
She had already lost one father, she couldn't lose another one.
Her biological father gave her life.
But the old man had truly given her the love and warmth of a father.
She didn't want to lose him...
