Tang Huai looked at Grandma Ma gratefully, "Thank you, Grandma Ma."
Grandma Ma tugged the corners of her mouth, smiling, "You child, if it weren't for you, I don't know what we would have done for Zhihao. You saved Zhihao, so we should be the ones thanking you."
"Child, who do you have in your family?" Ma Chaoqian asked.
The doctor said that such a blood type as the grandson's could hardly be found anywhere in the country. Yet, by coincidence, they found a match at Jinan Middle School. Ma Chaoqian suddenly wanted to know who Tang Huai's parents were.
"I have two biological sisters and one adopted sister," Tang Huai said, looking very obediently at Ma Chaoqian.
"What about your parents?"
A shadow of sadness flitted across Tang Huai's eyes, "My parents are no longer here."
Ma Chaoqian and Grandma Ma were taken aback upon hearing this.
Ma Chaoqian stiffly said, "I'm sorry." He had brought up her sad memories.
