Quan Jingwu looked down at the two little treasures in the video, especially seeing Seventeen's brows and eyes that resembled Jian Qing's, and Nineteen's little face that was the spitting image of Jian Qing's. His heart, numb from pain, suddenly twisted into a knot, aching through and through.
My sweet treasures, we're all waiting for you, where exactly are you?
Hearing the crying of the two little treasures, Jian Luo couldn't help but walk over, snatch back the phone, and throw it to Black Jack, then grabbed him by the collar.
"Quan Jingwu, I am begging you, go back and see Seventeen and Nineteen. They're the children my sister fought so hard to give birth to for you, you can't be so heartless towards them."
If his sister came back and knew the two little treasures were sick and feverish, she would feel guilty to death.
