"Even if you don't show it, once you have such thoughts in your heart, he will be able to sense it. And these are coincidentally the things he doesn't need the most."
Uncle Zhao was right.
Li Junting was a proud man. He was the pride of the heavens. The thing he needed the least was the pity and pity of others.
Because these feelings would only double the fact that he was now a cripple, a good-for-nothing good-for-nothing.
Even if it was a kind gesture of pity, in li Junting's eyes, it was a malicious mockery.
"The second young master has been in Yun city for many years," uncle Zhao said."During this period, no matter who the first young master sent to take care of him, he would be ruthlessly chased out. Only I, an old man, stayed. Second young mistress, do you know why?"
Why?
Ling Xi's eyes lit up. He seemed to have found the answer in uncle Zhao's words. "Because you still treat him as li Junting and not a patient?"
