Madam Leng Wang Xiaofang and her group, though two beds away from Han Dongchen's, heard the conversation crystal clear. The children, innocent and oblivious, didn't grasp its meaning.
But the two adults understood perfectly. After listening, they couldn't help but exchange a glance. They were still in the dark about what was happening. The man had been out since yesterday and hadn't returned yet.
Even Leng Zhiguo, who valued his eldest grandson so dearly, hadn't come back to check in, having gone to arrest someone. As for whom, they were painfully aware.
Moreover, the two never inquired into political affairs, yet today they stumbled upon such explosive news: one dead, two injured, and it was uncertain if the survivors would pull through.
Tangtang and Guoguo were confused, so Tangtang asked curiously in a soft voice, "Grandma, Second Aunt, what does it mean 'whether he can wake up is up to fate'? What is fate? Dad said they were Mom's cousins, is he talking about my uncles?"
