In the past, he, Han Long, wouldn't have even deigned to spare a glance at an ant. Now, that very ant had bitten him, the elephant. Interesting, truly interesting. This kid... what was his name, Shen Fanyun?
Han Long finally recalled Shen Fanyun's full name and sighed softly. Back then, I really should have cut the weeds and pulled out the roots! Truly, a woman's compassion is a liability.
"Young Master, he's badly injured! We must get him to a doctor immediately," Zhang Hu reminded Han Long, his voice trembling.
Han Long snorted heavily. These useless gluttons allowed Shen Fanyun to get close so easily, resulting in Han Feng's serious injuries. If something truly went wrong, wouldn't I, Han Long, be left without an heir?
