Hearing Zhou Huachang's unreasonable demand, Zhao Youmei couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
Even though she didn't say a word, her continuous cold laughter made Zhou Huachang's face burn uncomfortably.
"Uncle."
Yan Ruoting called out weakly, showing a sense of the bigger picture, signaling Zhou Huachang to stop making a scene.
At that moment, Mingyu arrived with Fan Li by his side.
Seeing Mingyu, both Zhou Huachang and Yan Ruoting were very happy.
"Are you, doing okay?"
Mingyu walked up to the hospital bed and gently asked, looking at Yan Ruoting's pale face.
Mother, he never called out.
In his heart, his mother was Su Xiaoyue.
Yan Ruoting shook her head, her gaze greedily fixed on Mingyu.
"Mingyu, your mom is not in danger; don't worry too much," Zhou Huachang said soothingly to Mingyu, who merely glanced at him before turning his attention back to Yan Ruoting.
