Su Sanlang nodded.
Su Chong was puzzled. "Father, mother, why didn't you tell us?"
Su Hua looked at Madam Zhao and asked calmly, "Mother, is his condition not too good?"
Madam Zhao sighed and nodded gently. "It's not too good. It happened on New Year's Eve. At that time, Father and Mother went to take a look. He couldn't speak or move. I felt that he had something to say. I wanted to give him divine medicine, but he refused…"
"I know that you don't like his family, and I don't like them either. In this life, we're only related to them through him. When he passes away, our relationship will be severed. That's why I didn't tell you."
Thinking of Yan Qingyun, Madam Zhao was still melancholic. That person must have suffered a lot recently.
He was on his deathbed. After seeing it once, Madam Zhao no longer thought about it.
When the children found out today, her heart still tightened.
Su Chong and Su Hua did not expect this.