Murong Zhihong's old face suddenly froze. His lifeless eyes were full of disbelief.
Murong Mian smiled,"father, I know what you mean. You want to see me get married and have children. I came back this time so that you won't have any regrets."
Murong Zhihong tightened his grip on Murong Mian's hand."Who ... Who is it?"
Murong Mian's hand hurt a little. The old man was already so sick. It was hard to imagine that he could still use so much strength.
He smiled, his expression unchanged.""She's a good girl. You have to believe in your son's judgment. Tomorrow, I'll bring her to see you. You'll definitely like her very much. "
Murong Zhihong's face was already pale, and it suddenly became even more unsightly. He opened his mouth and wanted to pick up the fish from the water and throw it on the ground. He kept gasping for air, but there was more air coming out than going in. He tried to say,""No... I can 't."
