Song Xiong writhed in pain on the ground, finding it difficult to breathe.
"Song Xiong!"
Seeing this, Song Qiangwei hurriedly crouched down and helped Song Xiong up.
Yang Hongxia looked down at the floor shattered by Song Yan, utterly confused.
What is going on?
How could such an old man have such strength?
As for the Song Yan lying in the bed, he closed his eyes.
He had never spoken to his family about his father's affairs.
It was normal for them to be shocked by what they were seeing.
"Mr. Feng Lin is my benefactor—you disrespect him again, and I will clean house!"
Song Bin's voice was heavy.
"You... who are you?"
Song Qiangwei looked at the old man before her.
"Qian Wei, this man is your grandfather. He heard I was seriously injured and came to visit. He used to work for the..."
Song Yan didn't know how to continue.
"He has always been working for our country, and because of his missions, he couldn't meet with you."
