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She grabbed Yang Niankang's clothes and sobbed: "My Rong'er, how could you be so cruel, how could you?"

With red eyes, Yang Niankang patted Yang's mother on the back without saying anything.

For his only sister, he also hated iron and steel, resented and pitied him, especially these years, seeing her live like that with his own eyes, he was completely reluctant to blame her.

Mother Yang's sobs instantly lowered the atmosphere in the corridor, and she fell into a deep sorrow.

Father Yang lowered his head and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand.

Father Yang is no longer the strong man he was back then, he is also old, his back is hunched, his hair is almost half white, sitting there, it seems that his whole body has been shortened by half.

He lowered his head, wiping his eyes tremblingly, while his youngest son, Yang Nianfu, was gently following his back with a solemn expression.

Mo Ziqi was standing at the entrance of the corridor with Fat Cat in his arms, but he was in a dilemma.

Yang Na had already walked up to Father Yang, knelt there, raised her head and said, "Grandpa, Auntie will be fine, she will be fine, she won't be willing to leave us."

Father Yang didn't speak, just stretched out his hand, and gently shook his wrinkled big hands, his eyes were full of understanding and insight unique to the old man.

Before entering the emergency room, Yang Rong had lost her breath and had no vital signs. He knew it better than anyone else.

They would be pushed into the emergency room for emergency treatment because the doctor hindered their emotions. He knew that there was little hope of resuscitating them.

Father Yang didn't say anything, and lowered his head again.

It was quiet in the corridor, no one spoke anymore.

The Yang family all saw Mo Ziqi holding the cat, but no one came forward to say hello, and no one scolded him resentfully. In their eyes, Mo Ziqi was already regarded as the great benefactor of the Yang family, but at this time they did not The mood greeted him, their mood was too sad.

Fat Mao'er looked at such a family, nestled in Mo Ziqi's arms with tears in his eyes, and felt extremely sad.

She was a little at a loss, she could only raise her head and looked at Mo Ziqi for help, as if asking him, what should he do?

Mo Ziqi stretched out his hand and gently touched her little head. He didn't go to the Yang family's side, but turned around, found a seat at the end of the corridor and sat down, waiting silently.

Fat Mao'er felt really uncomfortable, she almost wanted to cry, but she was afraid of making a sound, and she was afraid of disturbing the silence of the family.

She...has stage fright, unprecedented stage fright, and now she is afraid of attracting anyone's attention.

That feeling was very contradictory. On the one hand, she wanted to rush into the emergency room to see how Xin Miaomiao's mother was doing. On the other hand, she was afraid to integrate into the family.

Each of them must love Xin Miaomiao very much. As a cat, she is not sure that she can bear such heavy feelings, especially when she has no memory of her previous life and is just a fat cat.

"Don't be afraid, no matter what, I'll be by your side." Mo Ziqi seemed to know how nervous the fat cat in his arms was, and he comforted the fat cat in his arms, his voice was very low, and he didn't arouse Yang Yang on the other side at all. family attention.

The fat cat nodded indiscriminately, nestled in Mo Ziqi's arms distractedly, looked over there anxiously, and anxiously waited for the news.