"Yes." Xing Chen nodded imperceptibly. The Gu Family has only one descendant per generation, so if Gu Beichuan dies, the lineage ends.
Ran Xiangsi, hearing this, was also somewhat curious, "Right, then your family..."
Gu Beichuan saw these two worrying about him and suddenly felt very satisfied.
At the brink of death, having old friends come to visit and remember him is really enough.
With a smile, Gu Beichuan looked toward the distant lawn at a playful little boy about four or five years old and waved to him, "Ah Chun, come here."
The child was having fun, but upon hearing Gu Beichuan's voice, he happily ran over, leaping into Gu Beichuan's arms and called sweetly, "Daddy!"
Gu Beichuan gently stroked the child's head, introducing him one by one, "Ah Chun, this is Uncle Xing and Aunt Xiangsi. In the future, treat them as you treat me."
Implicitly, he was telling the child to regard Xing Chen and Ran Xiangsi as his own parents.
