"The young master was still thinking about Miss Xiaoxiao?"
"As he headed to the hospital, his intention was to visit Miss Xiaoxiao, but there was nobody there, surely Robert had taken her away."
"I'm doing this because I don't want my niece to grow up without a mom and dad."
Yun Hao, if things continued this way, would soon be run down by exhaustion. Although Yun Hao was in his forties, a middle-aged man, Xingxing had only been born recently; she certainly needed the care of her parents to grow up.
Someone else in the hospital room also heard what Zhou Jiahao had said.
Yunhan's soul had never imagined that, after so many years, this matter would be related to Lin Chaofeng?
Witchcraft?
She was certain that there were no fantasy elements in this world.
Perhaps it was just that she was uninformed.
After all, if her own space had appeared, how could other things not exist?
Yun Hao took out his phone and dialed Robert's number.
