The word "Lang" was visible on the handle of the scalpel.
Back then, he ordered a set of custom-made surgical instruments for the woman he loved. Each of the tools had the word "Lang" engraved on it.
Regrettably, this set of tools is what ultimately led to his demise.
It was already dusk when he returned to Lang Garden.
The blue bricks and tiles of Lang Garden were hidden in a patch of lush. The snow on the bamboo leaves fluttered in the breeze.
"Dad."
As soon as Ye Tianxin saw the car approaching, she ran right out of Lang Garden.
Xie Xuning's cold and stern face turned soft and calmed the moment he saw his daughter's face.
"Tianxin, it is so cold out. Why did you come out?"
"Waiting for you, Dad. How did it go?"
The whole afternoon Tianxin anxiously waited at home.
She did not know how Xie Xuning was doing.
