Tuhong finally recognized who the person in front of him was.

It's no wonder he didn't recognize her; it was really hard to connect the elegantly dressed, refined woman in front of him with the emaciated little girl he once knew.

"You, you, you are Chen Zaohua?"

Tu Hong's voice trembled slightly.

"Yes! It's me! Brother Tu, how have you been these past few years?"

In fact, Chen Zaohua could tell that Tu Hong was not doing very well. It was freezing cold, and Tu Hong's cotton-padded coat had several large patches and looked very thin.

Tu Hong abruptly shook off Chen Zaohua's hand that was holding him.

"Holy shit, you..."

He fainted before he could finish speaking.

When Tu Hongyou woke up, all she could see was white. "This is..."

"Brother, this is a hospital! You just fainted, so we brought you here. Don't worry, you're fine. The doctor said it's just malnutrition, and they've already given you an IV of glucose!"

When Chen Zaohua saw that he was awake, she quickly came over to give him some instructions.

Actually, I was just hungry. Zhou Hongsong said that a plate of braised pork knuckle would be enough.

Tu Hong looked at his wrist and saw that he was indeed receiving an IV drip.

However, no matter how muddled or destitute he becomes in his life, he will never have anything to do with Chen Zaohua and her daughter, because that would be letting his mother down!

Tuhong struggled to sit up and reached out to pull out the needle.

Chen Zaohua hurriedly pressed down on his hand, "Brother Tu! What are you doing?"

Tu Hong remained silent, his expression cold and aloof.

Chen Zaohua said anxiously, "I know why you're doing this! Isn't it because you think your father and mother's relationship is unclear? There are even rumors outside that you and I have the same father!"

The shout startled the nurse who came in to change the IV bag.

Oh my god!

What kind of melon is this?