Cheng Yu looked at them, silent.
After a long time, her eyelids began to droop once more, slowly closing.
"Cheng Yu! Cheng Yu!" Cheng Nanfang yelled loudly, "Don't sleep! Wake up! If you continue to sleep like this, can you deserve us? Can you deserve Luo Gang? He said he's going to earn money to take you to Hong Kong for the best treatment."
No sooner had Cheng Nanfang finished speaking than the phone in the house rang.
He walked over and picked up the phone.
He only listened for a few moments before his hand loosened, and the phone clattered to the ground.
He seemed to have all his strength drained from him and collapsed onto the sofa with a thump.
"Old Cheng! What's wrong with you?" When Qi Siyuan saw Cheng Nanfang's despairing figure, her heart lurched, fearing it was more bad news.
Cheng Nanfang raised his hand to cover his eyes, saying with unbearable pain, "Luo Gang is dead!"
"What?" Qi Siyuan couldn't believe her ears. "Say that again."