Lu Mingfei nodded. His sister's accident cast a shadow over the family. The blow to their parents was immense.
"Dad, I'm going down to throw out the trash. You should get some rest early."
Father Lu walked over and patted him gently on the shoulder, "You've worked hard, go ahead."
The son has always been sensible, and his wife's mood has been unstable for a long time. In short, this son has never caused them much worry.
Lu Mingfei returned to the room, took off his coat, and looked at the pendant.
He didn't know how to help his mother's condition improve.
Even now, his mother still couldn't accept the loss of his sister.
He couldn't help but sigh. What should he do?
The next day, it snowed even more heavily than last night. The whole of Ning City was blanketed in white.
At Zhuo Group Hospital, Shuang'er and Huanhuan's test results were out, and there were no issues. They could be discharged.
