Chen Manxiang glanced at her son and hesitated to speak.
Xu Qingluan sat aside and remained silent.
"Mom, I know what you want to say." Xu Qingyun said, a trace of sadness flashed deep in his eyes, "The day after tomorrow is my father's death anniversary. I haven't forgotten it. We will go to pay homage to my father together the day after tomorrow."
"Okay." Chen Manxiang nodded slightly, her eyes slightly moist.
In fact, she had wanted to talk to Xu Qingyun about this matter for a long time, but she never knew how to say it.
She knew that her son had never let go of her husband's death and had always been brooding over it. A few years ago, she almost lost his life because of it.
Until now, Chen Manxiang doesn't know if her son has let go.
She was worried that if she mentioned this, her son would do something stupid again.
"Mom, don't worry, I am no longer the same person I was three years ago. I have grown up and I know how to do many things." Xu Qingyun said with a smile.
"Okay, Mom knows." A relieved smile appeared on Chen Manxiang's face.
"Everything will pass, everything will get better..."
Xu Qingyun gently hugged his mother.
Xu Qingluan on the side also hugged her brother from behind, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.
...
Yuncheng, inside a villa.
Zhao Youfu was sitting in the study room with dim lights.
The ashtray on the table was filled with cigarette butts, and the whole room was filled with the pungent smell of smoke.
Zhao Youfu's face was haggard, and his eyes were bloodshot. Compared with a few days ago, he looked much older.
"Su family, Su family, Su family..."
Zhao Youfu kept muttering in a low voice.
In the past few days, his business has been greatly affected and has reached the edge of semi-bankruptcy. This morning, the tax department came to inform him that the company had evaded taxes and would be punished soon.
Zhao Youfu knew how serious his company's tax problems were. With professional help, he felt that everything was safe. But now it seems that he thought things were too simple.
Once the formal documents are issued, Zhao Youfu's company can declare bankruptcy.
His son is still in the hospital, and the strange disease he has is still not cured. The entire Yuncheng hospital is helpless.
Zhao Youfu's wife died young. He always felt that he owed his son a lot, so he loved him in every possible way.
If possible, Zhao Youfu would rather be the one suffering from that strange disease.
But there are so many ifs.
Zhao Youfu still couldn't figure out why it was the Su family who was dealing with him?
He has no business dealings with the Su family, and there is almost no competition between the two, let alone deep hatred.
Zhao Youfu found someone to show weakness to the Su family again, but the other party still refused to let him go. The situation was that they would fight to the death with him.
Zhao Youfu wanted to do something, but he found that he couldn't do anything.
Because he doesn't even know why the enemy wants to deal with him, so where should he start?
Perhaps, there is really no choice but to wait for death.
Zhao Youfu's cell phone on the table suddenly rang. It was his new cell phone.
He glanced at the caller ID above and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, with no name or any other information.
Zhao Youfu didn't answer. He didn't want to answer and was not in the mood to answer.
The cell phone ringing soon stopped.
Then a text message alert sounded.
Zhao Youfu still glanced at him, but at this glance, the expression on his face suddenly changed, and he stood up awkwardly.
[Zhao Youfu, do you want to know why the Su family is dealing with you? Do you want to know what strange disease your son has? Tomorrow night early in the morning, take your son to Yunhe Road, and I will tell you all the answers. 】
After Zhao Youfu read the text message, he picked up his phone and called back, but he couldn't get through.
After trying countless times, Zhao Youfu finally gave up.
He sat on the chair in the study for a long time with his cell phone in hand. The dim light shone on his face, and you could see his complicated expression.
I don't know how long it took before he picked up the phone again and dialed another number.
The call was quickly connected, and a slightly hoarse voice came from the phone: "Hello!"
Zhao Youfu said in a low voice: "Brother Gui, I have something to trouble you with..." This chapter has been completed!