"But don't worry, I will listen to you and will never cause you any more trouble."
"Senior Brother!"
Junci rushed out of the door without any room, not wanting to give her a chance to speak. Hong Zhao was furious when he saw him furious, but could only call incompetently behind him.
Hongzhao sat on the table and chair, stroking his forehead, thinking hard.
The plan went smoothly, but it accidentally hurt the eldest brother's heart. He thought that he asked him to take a step back was a question of him. But who had thought that she was really doing it for them.
The more difficult it is for Jun Ci to compromise on Zhuge Jinqing's affairs, the more the conflict between them will become.
Now, she can only hope that the truth of the matter will be announced to the public as soon as possible. In this way, the elder brother may not have any suspicion.
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"My son... Nie Chen is really you?"
The weak and powerless voice was filled with subtle joy, and suddenly her turbid eyes widened and just waited to see her son who had been away for many years in front of her.
Xia Niechen pursed his thin lips and looked at him with his brows frown. He clenched his fists a few times, but finally he stretched out his hand and sat next to him, his thin lips moved.
"It's Nie Chen, I'm back."
"Okay...good...good!"
The Ghost King cried with joy. With tears in his eyes, he seemed to see another figure from his body, ethereal and so unreal.
"You...really, you still hate me, Nie Chen, I haven't heard you call me father for many years."
"The Xia Niechen who was chasing behind and calling his father was no longer here, and he would never make things boring again."
Xia Niechen looked sad, and he was used to speaking indifferently and indifferently, and was numb. However, to the listener, it was like a sharp blade slashing an indelible wound on his heart.
He was moved by emotion and felt guilty. No thousand words could make up for his debts, and could only turn into a slight apology.
"It's my father who is sorry for you, Nie Chen. I don't ask you to forgive me as a father. I just hope you remember that you will always be the most proud son of my father."
"You...you will admit your mistakes to others?"
Xia Niechen couldn't believe it, and felt it was too absurd and suddenly stood up. His whole body was bolt from the blue, and his mind was blank.
"Impossible! Impossible! If that's the case... why did you treat me like this?"
"Nie Chen... You heard from my father that I was deceiving myself from beginning to end, so now I am taking all this from my own fault."
The Ghost King slowly stretched out his hand from under the bedding. Seeing this, Xia Niechen took the initiative to raise his hand and hold him.
Maybe he said too much, used all his strength, was tired in his mental state, and his pale face became more and more dismal.
"Do you still remember your biological mother?"
"Mother? Of course I remember."
Although Xia Niechen had never seen his mother, he still cared about the beauty of his mother and continued to this day.
"My mother who is not destined to be my regret to this day."
"Haha, this is not your regret, but also your regret for your father. Nanzhi...my Nanzhi."
The Ghost King looked at the ceiling above his head, and his wandering thoughts recalled the spring rain in March and the water flowing on the bridge. That was the beginning of everything and the starting point that changed his fate with Nanzhi.
"If you and me had another choice at that time, would there be a different ending, and you wouldn't have left me."