The doctor wanted to say that the injury had been neglected for quite some time, and the impact had been severe; with no rest, there could be lasting after-effects. But he was abruptly cut off midway through his warning by Huo Beijiang.
"The day after tomorrow is my mother's funeral, and as her son, I still have a tough battle to fight." He had cast a long line and was just waiting to reel it in the day after tomorrow!
The word was out, and he had calculated that Leng Peixi wouldn't be able to swallow her pride. She would definitely come to the funeral. Perfect timing, in the ensuing chaos, Leng Peixi could just join my mother in her burial at the funeral!
Huo Beijiang thought this, a bloodthirsty glint surfacing in his deep, dark pupils, as if he could already visualize the blood-drenched funeral.
This man, at his very core, was rebellious and untamed; what others wouldn't dare consider, he found fitting to his tastes.
