So even though he was alive, he didn't want to live well, didn't want to seek treatment for his leg, didn't want anything.
But Yu Xiao couldn't see or feel it, and so she was unaware that on the other end of the phone, it was actually Qin Zi who had sensed something was off.
Quickly wiping away her tears and stabilizing her emotions, she had asked everything there was to ask. Essentially, she knew everything. There was nothing left to ask, except for one thing—
Qin Zi asked, "Do Lü Mei and Yan Feiming know about this?"
"Of course, my own mother and my father both know, but they don't care. They think it'd be better if you were dead, and even fewer people would know that I'm actually not Yu Yaolan's daughter," said Yu Xiao. "So, take away whoever you want. Please, just take them. I beg you… I beg you." She pleaded once more.
Yet Qin Zi ignored her pleas.
And as for the past affairs of Lü Mei and Yan Feiming, she decided not to ask.
