Zhuo Junyue's eyebrows knitted slightly, and not long after, Feng Tianyou also rushed over.
Seeing the blood on Ningyan's body, Feng Tianyou also frowned deeply, "Ningyan, are you okay? How is dad?"
"He... He pushed me away, got shot by a bullet, and bled a lot. Bro, I'm sorry..."
Feng Tianyou looked at the red light on the wall, his feelings very mixed.
Dad has already written his will. After finding Ningyan, he still left half of the Feng family's property to him to inherit.
If it wasn't for the Feng family, if it wasn't for Feng Jinghan's careful cultivation, he wouldn't have accomplished what he has today.
"Ningyan, to dad, your life is much more important than his. Don't be sad, dad doesn't want to see you shed tears."
Hearing Feng Tianyou say this, Ningyan felt even more upset, "I... I dreamt before, dreamt that there was a lot of blood on his chest. I'm the one who hurt him, if it wasn't for him, he wouldn't have been shot."
