Zhuo Junyue gripped her hand tightly, protecting it in his large palm, "Su Ningyan, you must hold on. Don't leave me alone, I won't allow it, do you hear me?"
Time and again, he let her take such great risks.
At this moment, Zhuo Junyue really felt like killing himself.
The plane soon returned to the Zhuo Group Hospital, which had already been prepared.
Su Ningyan had just disembarked the plane when she regained consciousness.
Concerned for her children, even with one foot in the grave, she had to come back.
"Wife... you're awake?"
Su Ningyan was still weak. When she opened her eyes, the first person she saw was Zhuo Junyue.
"Husband, where's the baby?"
"Wife, don't worry, the baby will definitely be found. Dad and the others have already gone to look."
Su Ningyan was very anxious. Da Bao had been taken away by the assassination organization, and they still didn't know how he might be mistreated.
