If he suddenly said they weren't going now,
then his family of three would surely suffer the cataclysmic disaster Yang Ling had spoken of.
Someone as busy as Qian Huixiong wasn't there to play games with them.
Left with no choice, Sun Yuzhe could only sit in the car,
feeling like an ant on a hot pan as he went with them to stir up trouble.
...
In the courtyard of a house in the old district, Sun Xuesong was sitting in his wheelchair, basking in the sun.
Li Ping sat to the side, talking with Chu He.
The couple's faces were filled with respect and apprehension.
In their eyes, they were just nobodies from the lowest rung of society.
Even though Chu He sat there with a gentle smile, they couldn't bring themselves to relax.
Fortunately, at that moment, their daughter Sun Canxing came jogging in from outside.
Her smooth forehead was beaded with sweat.
