In the hotel not far from the entrance of the Provincial People's Hospital.
Qian Xiaojie and Xiao Yi, brothers, looked haggard and bloodshot-eyed, sitting slumped on the hotel's expensive sofa without speaking a word.
Qian Xiaojie's hands were tightly clutching his head, staring blankly at the ceiling ahead.
He felt as if his sky had collapsed, and ahead was an unseen darkness, devoid of any light!
Throughout his life, he had relied on his identity as the Young Master of the Qian Family, and he had never imagined that one day he would lose this identity, let alone what he should do after losing it!
The expression on Xiao Yi's face was just as dismal and painful as Qian Xiaojie's, but he still hadn't become as decadent. After tremblingly smoking a cigarette, his eyes flashed with determination and he finally took out his cellphone.
Qian Fuchen, you really went that far, but I refuse to believe that without the Qian Family, I, Xiao Yi, cannot survive!
