"We should...respect his choice!"
After he finished speaking, the room fell into a long silence.
Xiao Shuihan's eyes were filled with sorrow, and he was too distressed to speak.
Luo Yilan suppressed her emotions and spoke to Xiao Qianshan in a low, cold, and sincere voice:
“We understand, Father, thank you.”
Xiao Qianshan waved his hand with a desolate expression: "I've said everything I needed to say. You... do your best."
He spoke with a wistful tone and a sneer: "I'm already ninety years old, I don't have many days left to live. If I had to say what my wish is, it would be for you all to be reunited, and for the little guy to be able to call me grandpa."
A somber atmosphere filled the air, especially for Xiao Shuihan, whose emotions had fluctuated several times, and who now felt so distressed that she wanted to cry.
The hot-tempered Xiao Yuxuan couldn't stand the atmosphere and spoke coldly:
"Third brother, there are no outsiders here. You can cry if you want. Even if you cry yourself to death in your wife's arms, we won't laugh at you."
"Once he's done crying, try to coax your nephew back. With your androgynous personality, you're better at comforting children than your third sister-in-law."
He was always serious, his tone deep and resonant, his words like a knife piercing Xiao Shuihan's lungs, making him almost forget his discomfort for a moment, his face turning dark:
"Brother, it's a good thing you didn't become a psychologist, otherwise depression would have become a terminal illness."
Xiao Shuihan had always been sharp-tongued towards them, and this back-and-forth finally dispelled some of the gloom that had enveloped them.
Xiao Qianshan could hardly smile: "Finding the child is better than anything else. This child has a personality like Shui Han, very soft-hearted."
"If you are truly good to him, he shouldn't let you down."
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