After hearing a snippet of 'I heard,' Song Zhiqing was struck as if by lightning, panting heavily, his body uncontrollably shivering.
If what Qi Feng said was true, then his current miserable state was entirely caused by someone?
Song Zhiqing glared at his own legs; only he knew what condition they were in.
Due to being unable to walk for so long, these legs had become weakened, so even if he could stand again, they wouldn't support him for long. Entering the officialdom again? Impossible!
And all this, was led by someone?
Who is this person?
Who doesn't want him to be okay? Him being unwell, who benefits?
The answer was about to reveal itself.
Song Zhiqing's eyes were filled with venomous resentment; if it truly was the eldest, no, only he had this capability.
He took a deep breath, slowly pulled out a handkerchief to wrap around the back of his hand, his eyes dyed with an indissoluble gloom, turning his wheelchair to leave.
