"I also don't know..."
After a long while, Sun Xiaoquan bitterly lowered his head and clenched his fists, pain in his voice.
They say money is the root of all evil.
But the most painful thing in life is not having that evil when you desperately need it.
Especially when the person you're closest to urgently needs that evil to save their life, and you can't come up with it.
"Did your grandfather have an accident at Yingming Ridge?"
Ye Feng's gaze shifted slightly before he asked Sun Xiaoquan indifferently.
"How did you know?" Sun Xiaoquan looked up in surprise, disbelief etched on his face as he stared at Ye Feng.
Although he had just mentioned that his grandfather had contracted a chill while gathering herbs, he had not mentioned that his unconscious grandfather was found on the northern slope of White Mountain at Yingming Ridge.
It really was Yingming Ridge!
