Looking at the meal that Big Brother Zheng had brought over, Lin Mo couldn't eat it. She felt too uncomfortable and had no appetite.
Looking at her, Brother Zheng sat down and tried to persuade her," Men are made of iron, and meals are made of steel. No matter how, you have to eat first."
Although the child was wearing a cap of cerebral palsy, if you believe in a miracle, it might happen to Guo' er.
"Besides, now that medicine is so advanced, I'm going to think of any way to treat him. Perhaps the better he grows up, the better he will be."
When the Lin Mo in despair heard Brother Zheng's comforting words, he felt a sense of strength. Everything was not absolute. There were always exceptions. Perhaps her Guo'er was an exception. She had to take care of herself for the sake of her child
