"To be honest, my heart aches more for you, but what have you done? You spend your days with a bunch of bad friends, harming your elder brother and Mrs. Zhang. Now you won't even spare your own nephew's wife and child. How could someone as ruthless as you be my son, Beichen Jue's!"
Clutching his clothes tightly, feeling severely stifled.
Beichen Rui pushed the door open, walked to his side, and helped him catch his breath, "Grandfather, calm down! You'll make yourself sick with anger."
Mo Han took a bottle of medicine from the old man's pocket, took out a pill, and put it in the old man's mouth. Only then did Beichen Jue feel a little better.
Xu Yi leaned against the hospital bed, watching coldly, "Ha! I don't want to be your son, either. If I could choose, I'd rather not have the blood of the Beichen Family in me."
"Ungrateful child!" Beichen Jue was furious, stood up abruptly, and his eyes widened.
