Yu Xiheng had always shown little interest in the arts; he typically left the Yu family banquets early but frequented museums instead.
"Youth With You" was largely followed by a younger fan base, not the kind of event featuring pop icons.
"Who knows?" Pei Mengzhi shrugged and sighed. "It's really a shame about your Uncle Nine."
If Yu Xiheng's legs hadn't been disabled, he might have been the future ruler of Sijiu City.
The power struggle in the Yu family could rival the treacherous competition between ancient royal princes. Unfortunately, Yu Xiheng had been stripped of his inheritance rights due to his disability.
It was already foreseeable that his life wouldn't be smooth once the next generation took over.
"What's there to pity?" Yu Yao spoke indifferently. "It's congenital, no one's to blame."
