The press conference was over.
It was already 23:30 late into the night.
Exiting the meeting hall.
There were still many members of the media gathered outside.
Fu Tingyuan walked steadily down the stairs, with Fu Chi calmly following. The grandfather and grandson got into the car together.
They were cut off from the crazily flashing lights outside.
"Off to the hospital."
Fu Tingyuan instructed the driver in front.
Demanding feelings were nearly undetectable on his aged face.
Unfathomable.
Fu Chi lifted his wrist and glanced at his watch.
Silently, he put it down.
Today, the police secured the hospital area to prevent the press from entering, which didn't cause much disturbance.
"The path ahead is still very long. Just because Mingxiu is facing a trial doesn't mean you can act without any hindrance. Don't let down your guard. There are plenty of people eyeing your position."
Fu Tingyuan glanced at the young man beside him.
His tone was slow.
