C157 Resent Revulsion

Madame Zhao, who was lying on the bed with empty eyes, felt a burst of tearing pain in her heart. Her thin hands tightly knocked against the bed, and her pale face was like a yellow leaf that was about to wither at the end of autumn.

His lips quivered as he said, "Mother, you have to hold on. I will bring you to the county city to look for Second Sister, with Second Sister here