"Chairman, Madam!"
The two imposing bodyguards saluted respectfully.
"Open the door."
The middle-aged man ordered in a deep voice.
The bodyguards quickly handed over the room card and opened the door. The couple hurried into the room, only to be stunned by the scene before them.
They saw Zhuge Xiyu curled up on the sofa, shivering uncontrollably.
A deep heartache rose in the couple's eyes, and they rushed forward. The middle-aged woman helped Zhuge Xiyu to her feet.
"Dad! Mom!"
A glimmer of hope reignited in Zhuge Xiyu's hollow eyes.
This couple was the true masters of Yan Shuiyu: Zhuge Haoran and Gongsun Yun.
Gongsun Yun's eyes filled with deep pain.
"Your condition has worsened."
Her voice was as thin and brittle as winter ice.
Like a wounded little bird, Zhuge Xiyu trembled and shook her head. "Mom, I'm sorry. I brought disaster upon Yan Shuiyu…"
Her tears fell like pearls from a broken string.
