Bai Yi died, and to Ying Wuqiu, it was as if he had one of his own hands severed — a hand that he himself had forcefully cut off.
How could he accept this fact? If only he hadn't commanded Bai Yi to return, perhaps he wouldn't have been discovered by the old master's men, preventing the tragedy from occurring.
He had to leave immediately to see Bai Yi's body and to demand justice from the old master.
He pushed Tang Wanyuan away, pulled open the car door and got in, eager to rush to the scene.
Tang Wanyuan stood by the car window, anxiously asking him, "Husband, what exactly happened?"
Ying Wuqiu paused, turned his head to look at the woman standing outside the car; his face was filled with sorrow, his chest ached, and he choked up as he told her, "Take Yueyue to kindergarten, I have to leave urgently for an emergency."
"And, Wanwan, I'm sorry, Bai Yi might not be coming back, he had an accident, he might never return."
