The situation has developed to this point; crying cannot make the old man live a few more years.
As Xiaochun said, the family heads need to make a firm decision.
Taking a look at the few sorrowful individuals, Zhou Xing sighed. At this moment, whether sincere or not, it no longer mattered.
"Second brother, you all come with me for a bit."
Outside the emergency center building, a gentle breeze blew, and even though they were wearing jackets, Zhou Xing and his three siblings felt a bit cold.
The two sisters were still a little choked up.
Zhou Xing took a cigarette from his pocket and handed one to his second brother.
The two of them took a deep drag and remained silent for a long time.
Until a cigarette was quickly finished, Zhou Xing stubbed it out and said:
"Xiaochun means for us to decide how to arrange everything."
Although it was said to be a decision by the four of them, in fact, as long as the two brothers agreed, it was enough.
