Fang Zhi had arranged for the best nursing aide in the hospital for Xiaoxiao, who felt a sourness in her nose and was suddenly reminded of Lin Shu.
The name "Little Dumpling" was given to her precious daughter by Lin Shu himself.
She hadn't expected that Lin Shu would leave this world without ever seeing Little Dumpling, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt indignant on behalf of Lin Shu.
Although Xiaoxiao didn't say anything, Fang Zhi knew she must be thinking of Lin Shu.
Fang Zhi picked up a tissue from nearby and gently wiped Xiaoxiao's tears, "Don't cry."
"Brother, I feel like sister-in-law is still alive."
"She must be still in this world."
Even though Fang Zhi had seen Lin Shu being covered with a white sheet with his own eyes, he had a premonition that Lin Shu wasn't dead.
He believed it wouldn't be long before Lin Shu would appear before him.
Soon, the news of Xiaoxiao's premature birth reached Mr. Fang's ears.
