Ying Zhuo, Lu Qingqing quietly made a note of the name.
"You rest well for now and don't think too much. If in the future you have the chance and capability, take good care of Ying Zhuo's family on his behalf. Brother Ying will be very grateful to you from the netherworld,"
Under normal circumstances, the thing that those who have passed away can't let go of is their family.
"Yes! I will. Once I have fully recovered, I will visit Brother Ying's family. They all live in their old home in Pengcheng,"
As Lu Chen spoke, he looked up at the more than half-full bag of IV fluid, then suddenly turned to Lu Qingqing and said, "By the way, sis, how did you find out I was injured? And that I was here?"
Although they had been chatting for quite a while, he still hadn't forgotten this doubt in his heart.
