Tang Xi, "My name is Tang Xi."
"Then we are good friends now!" Liang Zheng reached out and grabbed Tang Xi's hand, who subconsciously tried to dodge but couldn't escape. Liang Zheng childishly swung Tang Xi's hand back and forth, his smile as pure as that of his daughter Tangtang's.
He really is a...
Fool.
Tang Xi couldn't help but ask, "Was he born like this? Haven't you taken him to a big hospital outside for a check-up?"
Old lady Feng is over seventy this year, her real name being Feng Jiamei.
Seeing that Tang Xi got along well enough with her grandson, she felt relieved and sighed, "Genetic disease, incurable. We spent money, his father went to work because of his illness and died, the factory compensated 500,000, all spent on his treatment, but it was useless."
