In recent days, due to the suppression by the An Family, Qin Dingshan has been extremely frazzled. Already weak, his body collapsed again. He could only lie in bed, unable even to make it to his study.
"What's the situation these past two days?" Qin Dingshan extended a hand to rub his aching temples and asked, with his eyes closed, the standing Qin Han by the bed.
"The pressure from the An Family has slowed. I've investigated, and for some reason, the An Family has hardly left their villa these past few days. Grandfather, do you think they might have come up with another method to suppress us, and that's why..." Qin Han's heart was filled with apprehension, somewhat puzzled by the An Family's reclusive behavior.
Qin Dingshan slowly opened his eyes, his aged gaze fierce and gloomy.
