Aside from the sprightly old man, a middle-aged man and woman also stood in the ward.
The middle-aged man, gaunt-faced, with refined brows and eyes, handsome and cheerful. Even in his middle age, one could tell he must have been extraordinarily handsome in his youth.
The woman next to him, even more so, was graceful and noble, stunning and generous. Her every move was filled with a graceful calm that was hard to describe.
The two exchange resigned smiles while trying to persuade him.
Song Tianmo.
Their son, their only son, who is just twenty-eight years old, and has been under pressure to marry by the old man for the past two years.
The pressure has become so bad that he seldom comes home now.
First, it was about him getting married.