Zhao Tong stood there with a cold expression on his face.
Five years had passed, the traces of youth had faded from his face, giving him the sharp air of a young man, especially now with his cold expression, he looked even more distinct and sharp.
He was dressed in understated, yet high-end attire, standing out with an exceptional aura.
At that moment, with his arms crossed in front of his chest, he exuded a profound sense of distance, coldly observing the dramatic scene inside. Whether it was Zhu Xinyan crying tearfully, Su Jiao standing despondently, or Su Yukan on the hospital bed looking neither human nor ghost.
He hadn't originally planned to come.
But thinking of Su Lu being here, Zhao Tong felt an unbearable irritation inside, regardless of why Su Yukan had summoned them. With Su Lu's personality, once she arrived, there would probably be a squabble with Zhu Xinyan and her daughter.
