When Yan Qingyun cried, Madam Zhao's eyes turned red.
Madam Zhao took out a medicine bottle and poured out the medicine inside, preparing to give it to Yan Qingyun.
However, Yan Qingyun kept his mouth shut. He couldn't speak, but he used his actions to express his rejection. He even knew what kind of divine medicine it was. If he ate it, it would at least improve the situation. However, he rejected it.
This was the first time he had given up on taking advantage of the situation. His daughter was soft-hearted and forgiving. Even if he had done nothing in the past, she was still soft-hearted. She was like her mother.
He had been taking advantage of others his entire life. At this moment, he no longer wanted to be Yan Qingyun who took advantage of others.
Even he felt that it was ridiculous. At the brink of death, he actually wanted to be a good father for once, a father who truly cared for his child.