Although Wang Qiao's son was young, his mind was meticulous.
Having experienced the blow of his parents' deaths, he did not succumb to despair. Instead, he quickly recovered. As the only male of the Wang family, it was natural for him to take on the responsibilities of life.
Assigning his grandmother and sister to a side, the young Wang Liang already exhibited a trace of maturity.
"There are no outsiders here. Junior sincerely seeks guidance once more. Sir, may I ask, did my father really die by accident?"
Xu Qing was a little surprised. He thought perhaps Wang Qiao's elderly mother might come to inquire about this matter, but he did not expect the youngest son of the Wang family.
"Your father waited day and night at the dock to find a divine doctor who could cure tuberculosis. To earn money for the treatment, he would help carry goods whenever he had spare time..."
"Your father's death was due to unfortunate circumstances, beyond human power to reverse."
