If only she had a little sense of responsibility, the child would not have to suffer so much.
Shen Zhaozheng went to the doctor's side to understand his condition. He was about to return to the ward when his phone rang again. It was his son's lonely voice."Dad, are you guys not coming back tonight?"
yes, my sister is sick, so we'll be home late. You should go to bed first, okay? "
"I also want to take care of my sister."
"I'll bring you to visit your sister tomorrow. It's too late now, okay?"
"Yes, I know. Goodnight, dad," she said in a soft voice.
"Good night," she said.
He walked into the ward and turned to look at him, exhausted."I heard you on the phone. Is that Qi Chen?"
"No, it's my dad. Don't worry.“
If she mentioned her son, she would be worried. It would be too tiring to take care of both sides.
"I don't know if Qi Chen is asleep."