Chu Yuxi and Su Weifeng had come to the old man's room.
The old man lay in a hospital bed, with a breathing tube in his nose. Aside from his chest rising and falling gently, he looked like a dead man.
Chu Yuxi stood still before the bed, her expression fluctuating between dark and uncertain emotions. One moment she was grinding her teeth with hatred, the next her face showed a forlorn sadness.
Su Weifeng could understand Chu Yuxi's feelings.
This man, barely clinging to life, had given Chu Yuxi existence, but had greatly harmed her mother and then brought Chu Yuxi endless humiliation.
Chu Yuxi had always harbored resentment, intent on destroying the Song Family, but now she had preserved it instead, and had to lead these people she once detested towards prosperity.
Su Weifeng gently wrapped his arms around Chu Yuxi's waist and said, "Would you like him to speak to you?"
"What?" Chu Yuxi exclaimed in surprise, turning to look at Su Weifeng in astonishment.
