At this moment, the room was filled with people.
As for Xia Zhigang, he didn't look like he was on death's door at all. He was sitting by the bed, chatting with a woman who appeared to be around the same age as Xia Xue. Next to the woman stood a man in his twenties who was not only fat but also had a crooked mouth and vacant, unfocused eyes. While others spoke, he was sucking his fingers, clearly not a normal person.
Yet, bizarrely, Xia Xue's mother, Wang Guihua, treated this man as if he were her own son. She showed no aversion at all; instead, she held his other hand with a fawning expression, as if she had found a priceless treasure.
Seeing this, Xia Xue immediately frowned and asked, "Mom, what on earth is going on? Didn't you say Dad was dying?"
"Oh, Xiao Xue, you're back!" Wang Guihua's face brightened as she took her daughter's hand. "Honestly, if I didn't make things sound so serious, you would have never come back."
