"Zhiwei," Guo Cuihua called out weakly.
"Mom." Cheng Zhiwei ran over quickly, "I'm here."
"Zhiwei, Zhiwei, Mom is sorry for you, I shouldn't have let you marry Zhou Lin..." Guo Cuihua's consciousness was somewhat scattered, she didn't know if she could make it through, hastily dictating her last words, "If you can't live on, then get a divorce, mom knows he's not a good person... Don't blame your dad, it's not easy for him."
"Mom, don't talk anymore, stop talking, it's my fault... it's me..." Cheng Zhiwei sobbed uncontrollably.
She regretted and hated it.
"A car's here."
"The car's arrived."
No one knew who shouted, but Cheng Zhiwei suddenly looked up and saw a minivan coming their way, it was from the logistics team fetching groceries, she sprang up and ran towards it.
Everyone worked together to lift Guo Cuihua into the car, and two students were sent along with her.
Cheng Zhiwei drove the minivan like it was an off-road vehicle, racing out like lightning.
