Han Yong gritted his teeth. "There is no need to cry—I am not dead yet."
When Han Jianyou saw that Han Yong was showing a twisted expression, he thought that his elder brother was in a lot of pain. He rushed forward and hugged him. "Big brother, it's great that you are not dead yet. If you died, then my sister-in-law would definitely have held me accountable and made me raise your son. I am too young to take on such a responsibility."
His words were filled with fear, but Han Yong only felt annoyance. Why did this brat suddenly bring Xu Yuanshu up? He raised his head and turned to look at Zhai Mumu, and sure enough, the woman was looking anywhere but at him. Seeing this, his expression turned ugly. However, he could not say anything with so many people in the ward.
Han Ziyan frowned. Who were these people? From the looks of it, these people were not simple. Their clothes were quite expensive. And wasn't this man the same one who came to look for Han Ruochen many times?
