In the living room, Old Mrs. Cheng tightly grasped Zhou Xiaozheng's hands while crying and recounting, "Child, why didn't you seek out your Aunt? Your Aunt was looking forward to your appearance every day, hoping for your return, but no matter how long she waited, she never saw you. She was terrified she would die without being able to see your parents."
Mr. Cheng listened to his wife's incoherent words and couldn't help but say, "Don't cry first. You need to let the child understand what actually happened. Now that he's here, don't get too emotional, or you might end up back in the hospital without another chance to speak."
After speaking, he looked at his wife, unsure if she heard him, but seeing her complexion was still fine, he felt somewhat relieved. He glanced around; only their son, Zhou Xiaozheng and his wife, Old Lin, Mrs. Zhou, and the doctor were present. He nodded to himself, knowing these young ones had cleared the way for their conversation.
