Uncle Cao asked angrily!
"Cao Guofen!"
Hearing Uncle Cao say this, Zhu Panxiang stared at him, utterly bewildered, and uttered three words!
That was naturally her husband, who is Uncle Cao's name.
"Mom, don't blame Dad for being angry. Originally, you didn't need to be in a coma for so long. It's all because you didn't listen to advice and insisted on having a heart angiography, which resulted in an allergy. If Dr. Xiaochuan hadn't rescued you, you would have lost your life."
Meanwhile, a slightly chubby middle-aged man came over with some fruit.
This was Cao Guofen and Zhu Panxiang's son, Cao Zuyong.
The couple has a son and a daughter.
The eldest son takes the father's surname, while the younger daughter takes the mother's surname.
As a son, he naturally understands his mother's temperament.
But things should be as they ought to be.
"Him? I would have lost my life?"
Zhu Panxiang frowned.
Clearly, she found it hard to comprehend.
