"Even Uncle doubts me," Jiang Yue's face showed extreme helplessness, "I'm a married woman, and I've only ever seen Jiang the Younger as a brother."
Jiang's father chose to avoid the question.
Jiang Yan was standing at the hospital entrance, watching his ailing father accompany a patient onto the ambulance, his handsome face solemn, his brows furrowed, heart aching with reluctance.
Manman, you will understand me, right?
In his heart, these words surfaced.
His wife's face and the old man's face overlapped in his mind.
He treated his wife's father as his own, and his wife would surely treat his father the same.
Less than five minutes after the ambulance left, he hailed a cab and chased after it to the airport.
On the way, he called his wife's cell phone dozens of times, still unreachable. He called his father-in-law Lu Heyan, who might have been away on business and didn't pick up. Utterly helpless, he had no choice but to call Wen Shixuan.
