"Dad, let's go in to see Ansheng."
Wang Yuexiang hurriedly grabbed his elbow and wanted to drag him away.
Su Yue's current state already made her heart ache.
She was an energetic and lively child, but she'd lost so much weight these few days.
She couldn't let the old man say anything more to agitate her. Ansheng was the one who let her down, after all.
"Why are you dragging me?" Ming Zhongsheng berated. He flung her hand away and looked at her as a warning.
Wang Yuexiang frowned, frustration settling in. "Dad, are you trying to force him to his death? Things have already turned out like this. What more do you want? You've already been forcing him all these years. Look at Third Yan, Ah Heng and the rest. Which one of them is like our Ansheng? He's so hardworking, yet from his university to his career, none of them are truly to his liking."
Her tone and gaze were telling of her unhappiness towards the old man.
