In the evening, Luo Xuanran was pushing a wheelchair, bringing his father Luo Yuantu back to the Luo Family Villa from the hospital.
Luo Yuantu's injuries were quite severe, with four broken ribs requiring at least three months of bed rest.
Moreover, both of his legs were injured to varying degrees, and he could not walk yet, only able to move around in the wheelchair.
As soon as Luo Xuanran returned home, he could clearly feel that something was different. Not only had the security guards at the gate disappeared, but the shadows of the household staff were nowhere to be seen.
The vast Luo Family Villa, it turned out, only had his mother, sister, and grandmother at home.
"Grandma, where are Uncle Wang and the others?"
Uncle Wang, the private butler of the Luo Family Villa, had been working there for over twenty years.
It's no exaggeration to say that Luo Xuanran grew up under Uncle Wang's watchful eye, and the two of them had quite a good relationship.
"I let him go."
