In the ward, Liang Jingchuan stood not far away from the bed, quietly looking at old master Liang who was lying on the bed.
His hair had turned completely white, and his face was so thin that he was only skin and bones. His eyes were sunken, and there was no light in them. He looked very weak.
He was really old.
In the past, even though he knew that his father was older, his father had always been a man of his word and had absolute authority in the family.
However, deep in his heart, he felt that he would live for a very, very long time because he was like a mountain, standing in front of the Liang family. If he didn't fall, the Liang family wouldn't fall either.
But now, his father, who was as strong as a mountain, had finally fallen.
All the hatred in the past seemed to have disappeared at this moment.
"Jing Chuan, your father wants you to go over." Ye Jinxin's voice suddenly came.
