Unlike the laughter and joy in Su Family's No.2 Villa, Su Family's No.1 Villa conveyed a gloomy, deathlike aura. Including Uncle Fu, the Su Family's bodyguards all felt an immense pressure on their chests, as if a massive mountain weighed them down, creating an extremely oppressive atmosphere.
Perhaps knowing the significance of today's events for the Su Family, Uncle Fu saw that the study's light was still on but did not remind Su Hongyuan to sleep as usual.
In the study on the second floor of the villa, Su Hongyuan sat limply in his chair, his eyes lifelessly staring at the ceiling, unmoving.
If not for his abdomen gently rising and falling with his breath, one might think he had already passed away.
He wasn't dead, he was still alive, but it seemed as if he had aged decades in just a few hours. His hair had turned completely white, his forehead was lined with wrinkles, his eye sockets deeply sunken, with a faint redness around his eyes and more pronounced crow's feet.
