In the Orthopedic Ward of Tianhai City Third Renmin Hospital, Shen Huiming and Shen Zhong were arranged in the same ward.
One had a shattered shoulder bone, while the other suffered a spinal fracture at the back.
"Shen Zhong, are you sure you won't say anything?" Yu Li looked at Shen Zhong sternly, "Are you sure you want your son to carry the burden of being a murderer's son for the rest of his life?"
Mention of his son caused a trace of pain to briefly flicker across Shen Zhong's stoic face, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared, and he still said nothing.
He knew that if he remained silent, his wife and child could live.
If he spoke, Shen Yueling would certainly not spare his wife and child.
With a face like a peach blossom but a heart of snakes and scorpions, Shen Zhong did not dare to harbor the slightest hope.
