The Ning Mansion, which had been a picture of harmony,
was suddenly disrupted by noisy voices.
Leading the pack was none other than Ning Bingcai, the second son of the Ning Family,
and the father of Ning Changfeng.
"What's all the noise about in the middle of the night?"
Seeing Ning Bingcai burst in with a whole group of people,
Ning Zhenyue said with a stern face.
Having been thrown out of the family, he hadn't come to see him for several years.
This sudden visit was indeed a rare occurrence.
"Dad, look, look who it is!"
Ning Bingcai glared angrily at Lin Fan and Ning Mengyao in front of the dining table,
then turned around.
Only then did everyone see a person behind him, wrapped up like a zongzi, being wheeled in.
He looked like a mummy that had been run over by a car and then reassembled.
Both hands and feet were in casts.
Only a pair of eyes was exposed.
"This is..."
Ning Zhenyue hesitated as he looked at those eyes.
