A family losing a child is the greatest disaster.
During that period, if not for the fact that he still had an elderly father to care for, he almost wouldn't have made it through.
Hope after hope, followed by despair after despair—looking back now, that period felt like living in hell.
Qian Yuan looked at Wu Huiming's emotional and fervent face, nodded, and called out, "Dad."
"Xiao You…" Wu Huiming couldn't resist pulling Qian Yuan into an embrace again, forcefully patting his back.
Jing Shun watched the scene unfold before him, sauntering over to Wu Yue's side with a high, teasing smile. Speaking in a volume only the two of them could hear, he said, "Wu Yue, I helped you find your brother. How are you planning to thank me?"
Wu Yue suddenly clenched the hand hanging by his side into a fist, lowering his head to stare at the ground wordlessly.
