C505 Fatherly love like a mountain

Wen Zhizhi had never thought about this even in her death. So she was really angry to the point of fainting on the spot. She quietly laid on the sickbed, her hands still dripping with blood. There was no one in the sickroom, it was as silent as an independent world, and in this world, there was only her.

Lonely and lonely.

Father Wen went to see Mother Wen in the intensive care unit