An Ning saw Yu Jingchen's smug expression and was furious. "Uncle, can you not be so pleased with yourself?"
"Heh..." Yu Jingchen laughed happily, but his gaze inadvertently swept to the screen, and the smile on his handsome face immediately turned serious. "Zhou Xiaobo's mother is here!"
An Ning also looked at the screen, listening attentively to the sounds inside—
Inside the hospital room.
Zhou's mother entered the hospital room and placed the lunchbox on the coffee table. "How are you today?"
Zhou Xiaobo's face was silent, devoid of any will to live. "What else can I say, the same pain, suffocating, constantly waiting for death."
"Don't say that, you are my good son, good people won't be taken away by the heavens so early, you will definitely live on, Xixi still needs you." Aunt Zhou's tears continued to fall.
