"Bai Jue, how's my grandpa's condition?" Jian Qing's eyes moved through the glass window, landing on the old man lying in the hospital bed.
Bai Jue had long since abandoned his nonchalant demeanor and wore a severe look, "Jian Qing, your grandfather has been shot. The bullet nearly hit his heart, so we need to keep a close watch on him for the next few days."
After his words, the temperature in the hallway dropped drastically, as if it was a frigid abyss.
"Shot?" Jian Luo was shocked, "Hasn't Grandpa always stayed at the manor? How could he have been shot?"
The security system at the manor was set up by his sister herself. Even a top ten assassin in the world would find it hard to infiltrate. Who managed to slip into the manor and shoot their grandfather?
Could it have been an old enemy of the Jian Family in the criminal world?
Storm brewed in Jian Qing's eyes, ultimately settling into a calm, "Bai Jue, I'm leaving Grandpa in your care."
