Rong Sinan spoke, then bent over and surprisingly picked Tang Yuwen up from the sofa.
It was unclear how long it had been since Tang Yuwen last took care of himself; a rotten smell clung to him.
Rong Sinan merely furrowed his eyebrows and carried him toward the door.
"I, I won't go, cough cough cough... Let me, let me just die, cough cough cough... Living, living, is meaningless... cough cough cough..." Tang Yuwen patted Rong Sinan, resisting.
But he was already gravely ill and really had no strength.
For Rong Sinan, it was negligible.
Watching Rong Sinan carry Tang Yuwen out, Tang Yige's eyes reddened, looking at the home that was no longer tidy, filled with sorrow.
Nowadays.
The Tang Family, isn't it truly, falling apart...
Zhou Xueran was still in intensive care, and now Tang Yuwen was admitted to the hospital again...
Tang Yige closed her eyes briefly, forcing herself not to think anymore, then quickly caught up with Rong Sinan.
...
Linx Hospital.
