In the hospital bed, Wu Bai, a hundred years old, slowly opened his eyes. He stared at the ceiling above him, one by,After looking for a few seconds, Wu Baisui couldn't help but ask, "Who are you",Xia Mo Han's face was already sullen, and when she heard Xia Zi Xuan's words, her expression became even worse. She retorted with displeasure: "He is my husband, why can't he sit at the table"。