Su Haoyu held the hands of Xiao Changyi, Su Chengyu, and Gong Juechen, one hand each. Although his old face was completely black, the expression he revealed was especially gratifying.
"You are brothers, I hope..." Su Haoyu once again couldn't catch his breath, "I hope... hope you brothers... unite..." With these words, Su Haoyu breathed his last.
The two old hands holding Xiao Changyi and the others just fell down powerlessly.
"Father! Father! Father!" As soon as Su Chengyu saw this, he immediately knelt by the bedside, leaning over Su Haoyu, crying and calling out for Su Haoyu.
Xiao Changyi also knelt down, looking at Su Haoyu who had already passed, his cold eyes gradually turned red, and he murmured, "Father..."
At the moment Su Haoyu stopped breathing, An Jing's tears finally uncontrollably rolled down.
The four little ones also cried like tearful people.
