"Xiao Xiao, I might have a way to wake up Song Moting here. Will you come?"
Wu Weiguo's call made Jiang Xiaoxiao hesitate.
At this point and place, even if Wu Weiguo was deceiving her, there was no benefit in it for him. Jiang Xiaoxiao drove straight to the old Wu family residence.
Once again, upon seeing Wu Weiguo in this living room, her heart sank.
Unexpectedly, it had only been a short year since they'd last met, and Wu Weiguo now looked like a man gravely ill.
Indeed, he hadn't deceived her; he truly was beyond saving.
Wu Weiguo sat in a wheelchair, a blanket covering his legs, appearing emaciated like a skeleton.
His complexion was a mix of blue and black, with a hint of purple; his lips were an almost dark blue. His overall physical condition had deteriorated to an alarming state.
The moment he saw her, his slightly closed eyelids opened.
In that instant, Jiang Xiaoxiao momentarily mistook the look in his eyes for affection.
Her peach juice had no effect?
