But, he never had the chance.
Today he finally said it, hoping Luo Tong could understand.
Luo Tong was silent for a long time, then looked up at Ning Chenyang: "I'm not going to press you about anything else, but let me ask, when you decided to report my father, didn't you feel any struggle or hesitation at all?"
"I did." He couldn't eat for days over this, "Luo Tong, your adoptive father wasn't a good person. The police couldn't catch him for so many years, and if he kept walking free, he would harm more people and cause trouble for more families! So, I don't think I did anything wrong... the only person I owe an apology to is you."
Luo Tong's eyes were wet, her heart felt sour and bittersweet, and for a moment she couldn't describe the feeling.
At this moment, the door sounded.
An Hao came in, carrying a thermal container to bring food for her son, seeing a woman with heavy makeup sitting by the hospital bed in tears, she was very puzzled.
"Who is...?"
