In the end, Zhou Ziyu was dragged out of the ward by Mu Weidong.
"Xiumu, I tell you, you may fear his identity, but I don't!"
"If anyone dares to harm my Keke, I will definitely seek justice for her. Even if it costs me my life, I won't hesitate…"
Along with Zhou Ziyu's yelling, there was Mu Weidong's soothing voice.
"Ms. Zhou, why would I fear his identity? Can you be reasonable?"
"Just now, Qingtian…"
Mu Weidong was clearly still saying something.
But as the door to the ward was casually closed by Mu Weidong, their conversations were also blocked outside the door.
With Zhou Ziyu dragged away, no one could disturb him and the little one from reuniting well.
At that moment, Huang Qingtian squatted by the bedside, rubbing Mu Keren's hand against his cheek.
"Little one, I'm sorry…"
Tears from a seven-foot man fell unexpectedly.
Staring at Mu Keren's lifeless little face, his voice became choked.
