Zhan Hanjue's blood froze instantly, and even the tips of his fingers trembled with cold.

Zheng Ling wants to say goodbye to the past completely. Is this a rhythm that even he and his children have to abandon?

What kind of situation was he injured that made Zheng Ling, who was so optimistic and cheerful, so despairing of the world?

Yu Chengqian's voice continued to chatter, "I transferred money to them, but our number is limited to 50,000. I called them back, but their phone was busy. I figured it out. It turned out that their mobile phones were refusing to accept calls.

.So unless they take the initiative to contact us, we cannot contact them unilaterally."

Zhan Hanjue was not surprised at all. Zheng Ling had already set up his cell phone to reject incoming calls. However, he still felt a faint pain in his heart.

Zhan Hanjue was still immersed in the grief Zheng Ling had brought him, and he was not in the mood to listen to Yu Chengqian's voice.

"Master Zhan? Hello?"

Whenever he thought of Zheng Ling having to draw a clear line between him and him, he would burst into tears with sadness.

"Master Zhan, there is nothing I can do here. Aren't you always smart and wise? I'll leave this matter to you."

But Yu Chengqian shrugged his shoulders and said, "Why are you looking at me?" He actually didn't know much more than they did, and he also wanted to know what was going on at Zheng Ling's side.

Yu Sheng scolded angrily: "Stop showing off, you brat. When will your mother come back?"

Yu Chengqian could only hang up the phone in the end.

In the lobby, the old man, Yu Qianqian, and Yu Sheng all looked eagerly at Yu Chengqian. The expressions on their faces were full of expectation. They each have people they care about, and they all want to know the other's situation at this moment.

Yu Chengqian rolled his eyes at his father, "Dad, then you are wrong. My mother will never come back in this life. She made it very clear on the phone that she said goodbye to the past completely, and even in order to say goodbye to the past,

She doesn’t even want me as her son.”

The tea cup in Yu Sheng's hand was crushed to pieces by him, "Is that what she said?"

Yu Chengqian grabbed the cherries in the fruit plate and stuffed them into his mouth, "Why do you think my mother is coming back?"

Yu Sheng vowed: "Her running away from home was a hot-headed decision. She will go home when she calms down. She is an old lady, and she still imitates young people and runs away from home. Does she know that she is ashamed?"

The old man was concerned about his little grandson, "Cheng Qian, did Zhengyu give birth to a big fat boy for you? Now it's good, you are a father. You have to name the child..."

Yu Chengqian retorted, "Don't waste all your hard work. Grandpa, it's one thing whether I can see my son again in this life. If you name him, will Zhengyu use it as a reward?"

Yu Chengqian nodded, "Ah."

Yu Sheng's face became very embarrassed, and his heart was filled with panic.

Yu Chengqian sneered and said: "Angry? Maybe you will be angry with yourself. Why did you lose such a good wife? Auntie, I'm not telling you, you have caused your son misery this time. I just told you

My brother called me. My cousin heard that Zheng Ling was sick and had no money for medical treatment. He was so frightened, you know? I have never seen a man like him so cowardly."

Yu Qianqian drooped her head and sighed: "What a useless man. Is it just for a woman?"

The old man's face turned dark.

Yu Qianqian was concerned about Zhan Hanjue, "Yan Zhengling ran away from home, wouldn't Hanjue be angry?"

He had to do something to save the torn Yu family.

At this time, the imperial capital.

Yu Chengqian stood up and stretched, "I'm too lazy to tell you. It's useless anyway. You can continue to do it one by one. Only when one day you are done with them will you give up your ridiculous prejudices.

.”

Yu Chengqian's advice sounded the alarm for the old man.

Zhan Hanjue was in a state of confusion.

Originally he was still lucky, hoping that Zheng Ling would come back by himself when his anger subsided, but now that he heard the news about Zheng Ling's accident, he could no longer sit still.

He walked around the room, all kinds of terrible thoughts popping up in his mind. What happened to Zheng Ling? Is his anxiety getting worse? Or...

Zhan Hanjue suddenly thought of death, and suddenly a cold sweat broke out on his back. His whole body was like a deflated balloon, and he sat on the ground languidly.


Chapter completed!