Loss

The atmosphere in the room instantly turned cold, and the room became quiet.

Everyone looked at each other before they turned to look at Cheng Zinuo, who was lying on the bed with a blank expression on her face.

Du Jinnian held onto Cheng Zinuo's hand tightly, his eyes were filled with shock, "Sofia, I'm your husband, Du Jinnian. This is our son, Du Mingjun. This is Fang Lizhen. She is the personal nurse, Dou Dou. It's normal for you to not recognize Dou Dou, but why don't you recognize the three of us? "

Xiaojun hurried over to Cheng Zinuo's side. His black eyes that resembled Du Jinnian were filled with tears, "Yes, mother. I'm your son, Xiaojun. Look at me, I've grown a lot taller."

Zhenzhen also walked over with an unconcealable look of worry on her face. "Ms Zinuo, look at me carefully. I'm Zhenzhen. Do you remember how you told me Vivian?" About the real Westwood? Master Xi's Bailehui? "Think about it."