"Boss, this injury of yours..." Old man Yang was quite worried.
"Dad, I'm really fine. I can endure this much. You all go out first."
What's this injury in comparison? He only hated that he hadn't beaten him to death, allowing him to continue enduring this heart-wrenching pain.
Seeing his son in such desperation, old man Yang was also deeply pained. This incident was a lethal blow to his son, but they were powerless to help and could only wait for their son to come around, maybe time would heal the wounds.
"Hey, we'll go out then. Call us if you need anything."
Old man Yang led his family out of Yang Ming's room and went to the Main House. Everyone's face looked as bitter as a gourd; they were truly heartbroken, after all, it had been four months, and they had developed a bond with the Boss's daughter-in-law.
For a time, the room was gloomily silent, filled with sighs and continuous weeping.
