Entering the hospital room, Nangong Mingchuan was still sitting on the sofa, his expression heavy.
All day long, Tang Yuyan had shown no signs of waking, which was undoubtedly the heaviest blow for him.
The car accident twelve years ago had also driven him to the brink of collapse and helplessness. He had barely pulled his wife back from the brink of death, only to find that, twelve years later, the tragedy was replaying itself.
Hearing the door open, Nangong Mingchuan on the sofa looked up and saw Qin Sijue and Gu Qiangwei walking in.
Seeing them at this time was somewhat unexpected for Nangong Mingchuan.
He stood up, trying to appear composed, but the pain hidden in his dark eyes was clearly visible.
"You're still here to see Xixi so late."
Looking at the middle-aged man in front of her, Gu Qiangwei felt he had aged quite a bit in an instant.
With both his wife and son admitted to the hospital, probably any man would fall into collapse.
