"Little Huzi, your grandfather's passing was a huge blow to your mother, but the company still needs you. Take the children back to Kyoto, and let Little Xingxing and Little Zhuangzhuang follow you back later."
Little Huzi couldn't bear to leave his mother, hesitating as he looked at her lying on the hospital bed.
It's been several days, her high fever has not subsided, subsiding only to flare up again in the middle of the night, continuously recurring like this.
"At the company, there are the vice-presidents and Brother Xiaowei, but I'm worried about mom." Little Huzi, now in his thirties, cared deeply for his mother.
"Daddy, why hasn't mommy gotten better?" Little Xingxing, already a young lady, is strikingly like Meng Yunhan in her younger days.
"Behave, Xingxing, you still need to go to school. Daddy is here for mommy, right?"
When it came to his daughter, Yun Hao's heart softened immediately, especially looking at that face, becoming as gentle as water.
