To the Song family, Xiao Zheng was like their family. He was trained by them.
Originally, with his skills, staying in the army was the best choice for him. He could develop well and rise quickly.
However, he remembered the old man's kindness and took the initiative to protect him.
The old man knew very well that he had told him to take care of Xiao Zheng after he passed away.
"Maybe!" Ji Xing did not give an accurate answer.
Song Shu sighed. After the Third Brother left the operating theater and was out of danger, he would go and ask Yanyan. After all, she must be sad now!
Song Chen stood at the door of the operating theater with his walking stick, his eyes fixed on the red words outside the operating theater.
No matter how old he was, he was still a father. Third Brother was still his son. No matter how annoyed he was with his bad temper, he was still his own child.
Now that something had happened, he was naturally on tenterhooks.
