Zhang Yuxin sat in front of her father's hospital bed, holding the old hand in her hand, and her heart was as sharp as a knife. His father, Zhang Wei, is the backbone of the family. He has overcome obstacles in the business battlefield and created today's glory. However, at this moment, he was like an autumn leaf, gradually losing its vitality. The sunlight outside the window shines on them through the glass, but it cannot warm this cold reality.
"Yuxin, dad..." Her father's weak voice interrupted her thoughts. Zhang Yuxin raised her head, tears welling up in her eyes. She nodded vigorously and tried to calm herself down: "I'm here, dad, you have to have a good rest." She knew that what her father was about to face was a ruthless test.
