Ren Chuqing's body quivered as she suddenly thought of the rumors about him.
In the rumors, even if someone died before his eyes, he would have no mercy or sympathy.
In City Yan, many people feared him, calling him a madman, the most insane and merciless among the Wen Family.
She used to think these were exaggerations, but now she felt she finally understood why those rumors existed.
"Yes, of course, you can stand by and watch," Ren Chuqing said with a bitter smile. She was naive, mistaking him for the Ah Qing of her imagination, only to forget once again that after so many years, he had long changed from the person she had imagined.
Wen Muqing frowned. He didn't like the expression on her face, nor the way she looked at him, as if there was some barrier he couldn't break between them.
Turning around, Wen Muqing looked at the old man on the hospital bed. "Grandpa should know that I don't like others playing these little games with me."
