Not long after, she took out her phone again and dialed Tang Zhinian's number for support.
"Dad, it's me."
"Yuxin?" Tang Zhinian quickly pulled his car over to the side, turned around to look at his two precious grandsons. If he couldn't see them in a while, he would become extremely anxious.
So he truly could empathize and understood how anxious the Wang family must be after losing a child, and it wasn't just any child—it was his grandson, his own grandson.
"Yuxin, how are things on your end? How is your Grandpa Wang doing?"
Besides Douzi, Tang Zhinian was now also worried about Old Master Wang. The old man had been so sick he was nearly at death's door, and now he had suffered such a tremendous blow. What if he couldn't catch his breath and passed away?
"So far, so good."
Tang Yuxin leaned back and tried to rest, her exhaustion preventing her from falling asleep. It was this kind of torment, identical to what the Wang family was going through.
"Dad, how are the kids?"
