Ten days later.
The sin-laden President had been executed, his subordinates arrested one by one, and the remnants of the Angel Foundation were being gradually eradicated...
Now,
Without dead embers, there could be no rekindling.
On the night of the final battle, two old servants of the Di Family had perished, something Gu Fenghua had not foreseen. She had arranged her plans flawlessly but had failed to consider those two old servants.
She hadn't expected Maomao's men to be so heartless, not even sparing the two elderly servants.
Di Leng was injured while trying to save Di Lingzhi, blasting one of his legs, and would have to limp for the rest of his life.
He was now receiving treatment in the hospital.
And Di Lingzhi had been deeply traumatized by the events of that night, and still hadn't recovered.
Ever since Maomao's death, Di Lingzhi hadn't spoken a single word.
Like a mute, he spent each day expressionless, staring into space.
