Xiang Mingzhu wept softly.
Her heart was filled with endless regret.
If she could do it all again, she would never make such a foolish mistake.
"Stop crying! It's gloomy to listen to, father isn't dead yet!" Even the usually good-natured Xiang Tao was agitated by her crying.
He was about to check his phone for the latest online updates, but out of the corner of his eye, he noticed a familiar figure at the end of the corridor.
"Xiang Ze!"
Xiang Tao recognized the figure and shouted.
But Xiang Ze, as if he heard nothing, left directly.
Xiang Tao speculated that he must have come to visit their father, but why didn't he show his face?
Since the Acupuncture Competition, Xiang Ze had been drowning his sorrows in bars. He was also the least remarkable-looking among all the Xiang siblings, and there had been rumors that he was not their father's biological son.
Their father valued him and Mingzhu more, neglecting his two brothers.
