Lin Bing gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice:
"Aunt Song, don't worry. They can't stop me with just a few people. I'll go find someone right away!"
Lin Bing was furious and turned around to leave.
But Old Mrs. Song held her back.
"Aunt Song?"
Faced with Lin Bing's puzzled expression, Old Lady Song opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
It seemed like a long time had passed before Old Lady Song and Lin Bing finally heard what Old Lady Song said:
"Comrade Xiaolin... spend more time with Xiaoqi."
The two people didn't know how they returned to the Zen room where Song Rushuang was.
Song Rushuang's condition seemed to have gotten worse.
She was almost in a state of half-sleep and half-wakefulness.
Sometimes it seems like he is talking to others; sometimes it seems like he is talking to himself.
Lin Bing choked up and shook her head at Qin Cheng and Shen Yao.
"He, he doesn't want to see us."
The moment Old Lady Song sat down beside the bed.
Song Rushuang miraculously opened her eyes wide.
She smiled sweetly at Old Mrs. Song.
"Grandma, where have you been? Xiaoqi misses you so much."
The old lady forced a smile with great difficulty, but it looked even uglier than crying.
"Xiao, Xiaoqi..."
The old lady finally burst into tears. At her age, she probably never thought that she would have a time when she would break down and cry like a child.
"Why wasn't grandma the one who died? My poor child."
The sounds of painful crying came one after another, and everyone seemed to be crying.
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