'Xiaosheng, listen to your grandfather. You must listen to him, study hard and share his burden…'
The image of his grandmother lying in a pool of blood flashed through his mind. She was grabbing his hand, talking to him. Ming Ansheng clenched his fists and tears covered his sinister gaze.
He stared at the old woman, her last words ringing in his ears.
'Help me take care of your Grandfather. Promise me…'
Ming Zhongsheng was still berating him angrily.
But he didn't hear any of it. He didn't need to. All those years, his grandmother was his soft spot. Her death was something he couldn't get over.
Breaking up with Meiduo, getting engaged to Tang Feiling, going for all sorts of training to be the next successor—all this, he didn't resist.
Lu Yinan and Third Yan had tried to persuade him, but he just couldn't get over her death.
