"..." Wu Hongming furrowed his brow, his face full of helplessness, and asked, "The woman you like, is she that photographer named Bei Yiyi?"
"Yes."
"Are you serious about her?!"
"Yes."
Wu Hongming nodded, indicating he understood. After a moment of silence, he sighed and said, "Dad can't help you much, can only wish you good luck."
Wu Yao, of course, knew that his father couldn't help him much.
Compared to their son, Cai Meiqin's control over her husband was truly terrifying...
At this moment, the door of the operating room opened, and the doctor came out. The father and son's conversation thus came to an end.
Wu Hongming stepped forward and asked, "How is my wife's condition now?!"
"Don't worry, the patient is out of danger."
Only then did Wu Hongming breathe a sigh of relief.
"Dad, you stay here with mom, I have some things to do, so I'll leave first." Seeing that his mother was fine, Wu Yao didn't plan to linger.
