"Second Young Master!" A person dressed in a rescue uniform came over, "Chairman Meng asked me to take you home."
"How did the verdict go?"
The person hesitated for a moment, then whispered, "Suspended death sentence!" Everyone was unhappy about this outcome. However, the judgment had already been made, and the union had no room to question it.
Meng Ping, hearing this, unexpectedly smiled, "Great."
"Second Young Master? You?" The person was confused, "Not getting executed, isn't that good?"
"You don't understand!" Meng Ping, who had been in the hospital for a month, was pale and thin. As he walked ahead, the person instinctively tried to support him, but he waved them off.
"Sorry!"
"I'm not so weak that a breeze will knock me over." Meng Ping frowned, his mind already on how to 'take care' of Shen Yu in prison.
He would make him experience a fate worse than death.
