Yang Rusong seriously stared at Yang Baichuan.
Yang Baichuan, feeling uneasy being watched, nonetheless nodded earnestly: "Dad doesn't lie, otherwise may he meet a bad end." He had actually been unwilling before; he even thought of killing Yang Ruxin, marrying Dong Wenxiu, and selling off all the little ones, but he could only think about it, as he couldn't even get close to them.
Later, seeing his mother paralyzed but the fifth one recovering, Yang Baichuan realized that the distance between him and the eldest family was unbelievably vast.
At this time, he was a crippled person, about to lose his wife and children; what resentment could he feel?
"Dad, if you truly change and let eldest cousin see your sincerity, your injury might be healed."
"Really?" Yang Baichuan and Feng Caie simultaneously looked up in surprise.
