"Uncle Zheng, whether it's worth it or not, I think it's better to let Shanshan decide."
Zheng Senlin sighed slightly at these words.
Zheng Lingshan's greatest worry was her father's illness, because she simply didn't know if there was any chance for her father with terminal cancer to survive.
In fact, even Han Ruoxi had hinted to Zheng Lingshan to some extent before this. Zheng Lingshan was not foolish; she naturally understood her father's condition.
But now, Ye Xiao said there's still a possibility.
"Ye Xiao, please help my dad," Zheng Lingshan said.
Ye Xiao looked at Zheng Lingshan's pleading eyes, felt a pang in his heart, then smiled and said, "Since Shanshan has spoken, there's no reason not to help. Uncle Zheng, you need to give your daughter a chance to be filial."
Zheng Senlin didn't know what to say.
Did he really want to die? That was impossible because there's no one in this world who truly wishes to die.
