Before he sent elder Kang to the car, he looked up at the cloudy sky. Christmas is coming, Yingluo.
Liancheng Yazhi nodded. yes. It's Christmas tomorrow.
The old man let out a long sigh.
Liancheng Yazhi knew what the old master was upset about.
That was the loneliness of an old man, and that kind of loneliness would be even more pronounced when everyone was celebrating the festival.
He yearned for the company of his children and grandchildren.
However, his wife was dead, and so were his eldest and second Sons. His only son was still in a coma.
Liancheng Yazhi wanted to comfort him, but old master Kang waved his hand."Let's go, Yueyue."
Liancheng Yazhi swallowed the words of comfort he wanted to say. goodbye, uncle. I'll inform you immediately if Kang Xin gets better.
"good, yingluo." the old man nodded.
Liancheng Yazhi watched as old master Kang left.
