"I also hope that you and Yuhao will blossom and bear fruit." Mu Anhan looked at her.
Some people, once missed, should be left behind.
Miao Feishuang smiled bitterly, "I will."
However, Lu Yuhao had always been indifferent to her, and she didn't know how to continue this marriage.
This was the bitter fruit she planted herself, and she could only swallow it herself.
"I'm going to see Mr. Lu as well." Mu Anhan accompanied her to the VIP ward.
Mr. Lu looked in good spirits; he was reading, still a political book.
"Dad, Han Han came to see you." Miao Feishuang knocked and entered.
Mr. Lu smiled warmly, "You child, you're so busy, yet you came to see me?"
"Mr. Lu, I heard from Feishuang about your situation. Just rest and wait for a suitable kidney to come along, then it'll be fine." Mu Anhan stood by his side.
Mr. Lu nodded, "When one gets old, a kidney transplant depends on fate. Let the opportunity go to the young ones first."
