Conflict
Su Ziming, who had hurriedly left the hospital, had already sped back home.
He was still driving the car he had brought from Tianjin.
Its engine roared as it raced along.
He believed the doctor's words without a shred of doubt.
The doctor's predictions had never been wrong.
Yan Fei had to be at home now.
She had to be looking for Xiao Meng.
"Wife, I'm here, I'm here—whoa~~"
He was so excited that even his voice carried a broad-strike flavor.
Planting rice seedlings, oh~~~!
He raced all the way to that old residential complex.
When he reached the bottom of his building, he saw several luxury cars parked there.
They had to belong to Yan Fei's family.
He got out of the car and was about to rush upstairs.
The moment he entered the stairwell, a woman happened to run down from above.
She looked extremely anxious, with the air of someone flustered and at a loss.
When he saw her, Su Ziming froze.
At that moment, the doctor might as well have been his ancestor. Gratitude surged in his heart.
The doctor really had not lied to him.
That woman was Yan Fei.
"Fei... Fei'er..."
Su Ziming stood on the spot, his voice trembling slightly.
Looking at the woman he had thought about day and night, his heart was a jumble of emotions.
There was guilt, and there was sorrow.
He felt guilty that he had not stayed by their side and had not come to save her when she was in danger.
He was saddened that, as a man, he had been unable to protect his wife and daughter.
In his eyes, Yan Fei was still beautiful. Her fair face was like porcelain, but her eyes were full of flustered panic.
Her hair was somewhat disheveled,