Mo Zhiyun's eyes narrowed. &Quot; will? "
Chen Jing nodded. &Quot; he said that life is unpredictable and he was afraid that he would die one day. He didn't have time to make arrangements for his funeral, so he made arrangements in advance. However, I know that ... He has already given up on life. &Quot;
Who knows, maybe one day he'll beg for death.
The waiter served a hot latte.
Mo Zhiyun picked up the cup and took a light sip. He turned his head to look out the window at the hospital entrance, where people were coming and going.
Some were discharged, some were treated, and the hundreds of changes in life were presented.
&Quot; Secretary Chen, I'm just an ordinary person. I can't return kindness with enmity. &Quot;
