Francis Fu leaned against the wall of the outside corridor, looking down at his feet, not knowing what he was thinking, Theodore Fu stood beside him with a melancholy expression in his eyes.
Madam Jiang came out from inside and walked towards Francis Fu. Francis Fu should be younger than Mr. Jiang, but now that the two of them are standing together, others will definitely think that Francis Fu is the older one, the one above him. Too much gray hair.
She asked Francis Fu, “Aren’t you going in and see him?”
“Don’t look,” Francis Fu shook his head and smiled bitterly, his eyes lowered, “Xiao Zhen, he shouldn’t want to see me here… how is he now?”
Mrs. Jiang said: “It’s fine, but I’m a little tired. I’m already asleep now.”
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