Ye Zhan's tone was not gentle.
Their father-son relationship had been distant for too long. If it weren't for Ye Zhangming's sudden illness, Ye Zhan wouldn't even be talking to him like this now.
Although his tone was harsh now, the concern was undeniable.
The smile on Ye Zhangming's face became a bit more natural.
He placed the newspaper on the inside of the bed and gestured to the chair next to Ye Zhan, "Then don't just stand there, sit down and talk."
No matter what Ye Zhan wanted to say to him, Ye Zhangming was very pleased to see him.
Especially after just reading that article, Ye Zhan appeared in the ward, and he felt an indescribable excitement.
He just didn't dare to show it, fearing Ye Zhan would get angry.
Ye Zhan glanced at the chair beside him, his attractive brows furrowed.
Since his mother left, he and Ye Zhangming hadn't sat down and spoken calmly.
He stared at the chair, and Ye Zhangming looked at him.
In the ward, it was silent and soundless for a moment.
