Qian Wushan quickened his steps walking toward the yard and then turned back to have a look at the closing door. Qian Jin? Hum, what a dumbass he was for being utilized as a spy by the Pam Family. Had he died now?
"Father…I am alive." Staggering, Qian Jin forced a smile in front of Qian Cheng. As the convulsing of his muscles caused his wounds to ache, heaving biting pains flooded in. He was forced to take a cold chill into his chest.
"Are you happy?" Qian Cheng raised his trembling hands to hold Qian Jin's face. "My son, you are my unparalleled pride."
"En." Qian Jin replied lightly, slowly bent over and then knelt down before Qian Cheng.
In the face of the imperious Qian Zhanxuan, he struggled to stand straight, regardless of the severe pain he was enduring. Even if he was dying, he was determined to finish this life courageously. However, at this moment, standing in front of his father…
