Mu Yingxiong's heart was bleeding. His daughter was already gone, and he couldn't afford to lose his granddaughter too, but the situation was out of his control; he could only reluctantly accept it.
Seeing his granddaughter eating so contentedly, his heart was also filled with joy. He had held her often as a child, but he never imagined that such events would befall her. It seemed to be the will of heaven, simply fate.
Dinner lasted an hour. Mu Yingxiong and Duan Yanran sat in the living room talking. If they didn't talk now, they might never get another chance.
…
In the hospital, inside an office.
"Thud!"
The sound of cigarette ash falling broke the silence of the office that had lasted for an entire hour. After Zhao Xiangde informed Ling Tianyu of the situation upon his arrival at the hospital, Ling Tianyu merely nodded without saying another word.