Old Meng heard his elder brother's words, and his heart was filled with waves of desolation and anger.
Although he had never had any grand expectations of their affection, how much had he helped them when he held power?
Meng Wenxing now sat in this position; wasn't it also because of his support and Meng Chaojun's tireless help?
Human hearts are indeed cold and pragmatic.
Yet he found himself unable to refute what his elder brother had said, at least not right away.
Meng Chaojun's illness was a fact; as a member of the Meng Family, he naturally couldn't help but wish for the family's well-being.
"You all go back first, I'll listen to Uncle, let's keep my... illness under wraps for now, I will continue to complete my official duties, and about Wenxing's matter, we need to wait a few more days. I'll find the right opportunity to transfer him over to help. If he can achieve results in this matter, naturally he will have the chance..."
The chance, the chance for what?
