Han Luoli dialed the ambulance.
Compared to the child he doted on who turned out not to be his biological child, Han Luoxi, Han Luoli's "rescue" at this moment held unimaginable importance.
The contrast was too stark: the child he loved so dearly turned out not to be his own and cursed him to die, while his legitimate son, whom he had constantly suppressed and hated, ended up being the one to save him in the end.
His life was utterly ridiculous.
The woman he cherished and thought of as a true love for a lifetime turned out to be a hypocritical, gold-digging, disgusting person...
He was wrong, he was truly wrong.
Han Luoli performed some emergency measures on Han Zaijing.
But Han Zaijing, who was too agitated, ultimately didn't make it to the end and closed his eyes in discontent.
Clutching Han Luoli's pant leg, he shakily scratched a few lines on Han Luoli's calf, and without catching a breath, Han Zaijing's neck went limp.
528846.
