He asked Aunty Li who was his nurse who wheeled him up to his own room.
He gingerly rose to his feet and lay in bed.
His room was no longer on the third floor, the room that he had once shared with He Xiyan.
His son Mo Ling had moved his belongings to a large room downstairs in order to make it easier to care for him.
Mo Ling was afraid that he'd be bored, so he had personally bought books of all genres for him to read.
That night.
Mo Ling would spend time with his father each time he returned home from the office.
The Mo family office had been in trouble ever since his father had fallen ill. Their stocks had fallen sharply and the company's management had also become a little restless.
Several projects had also stopped.
