He angrily shouted a long string of words, and finally, almost in a commanding tone, said, "I don't care what you're doing right now, book me a plane ticket immediately, and return at once to take care of your son!!"
Whenever Gu Zhenhua thought of Little Demon King with a pale small face, full of pain, murmuring "Mommy, I'm uncomfortable" even in a coma, his heart felt as if a chunk had been deeply gouged out. He wished he could bear the illness for him!
At this moment, the hand Mo Qiansu was holding the phone with was getting tighter and tighter.
The white gloves on her hands had long gotten so dirty that their original color was unrecognizable, not to mention several fingers were already worn out. The exposed fingers were covered with charred black mud and bloodstains from being cut by stones...
Mo Qiansu glanced back at the ruins behind her, her heart stretching tighter.
With a hoarse voice, she said painfully, "I...can't go back now."
