Zhang Wei had spoken those words, his eyes fixed firmly on his father. If his father didn't agree, he would die with eyes wide open.
"I, I promise you, I will ensure Ye Qiu dies."
Zhang Dongliang tightly clasped Zhang Wei's hand as he spoke.
Soon after, Zhang Wei's lips revealed a smile, as if to say, Ye Qiu, I'll be waiting for you in the underworld.
"My son!"
Zhang Wei was already breathless, his hands had dropped, and Liu Ying cried out loudly, rushing over to embrace Zhang Wei's corpse and weeping bitterly. Zhang Wei's body was slowly losing warmth, his heart had stopped beating, and the ECG line had turned flat.
Zhang Dongliang was no longer crying, but, thinking of his son's last wish, he harbored even more hatred toward Ye Qiu. He believed that if Ye Qiu had made a move, he surely could have cured Zhang Wei's illness.
But, Ye Qiu simply was not willing. Therefore, Zhang Dongliang knew that no matter the cost, he had to take Ye Qiu's life.
