When Han Chunxue arrived, Han Jingchen had just finished a phone call, looking troubled.
All these years, he never gave up trying to find his wife and daughter. Although back then they only got their marriage certificate without having a banquet, in his heart, she was his only wife.
Previously, there had been some news, but now the trail had gone cold again. Every time he thought of the hardship his wife and daughter might have endured these years, it felt like his heart was being cut, making it hard for him to sleep at night.
Seeing Han Chunxue come in, his expression softened a bit: "Chunxue, why did you come over at this time?"
Han Chunxue set down the things she was carrying: "Second Brother, why have you lost more weight again?"
Han Jingchen heard this, looked down at himself: "No way, I've been eating well and resting well recently. Even the health doctor said I'm in particularly good shape lately."
