Ji Mingyuan lowered his eyes, gently fiddling with the white jade ring on his thumb, "You're still young, and you will have a whole new life ahead of you, you shouldn't bury yourself here."
Sang Qian's eyes widened incredulously, although she already knew what he meant, she couldn't help but ask, "Uncle Mingyuan, what exactly do you mean?"
Ji Mingyuan looked up at Sang Qian, "No matter what, mom and eldest brother were hospitalized because of your issues. Now some are dead, some are paralyzed, they are all my closest kin, I am not a saint, I cannot be without resentment."
"So you agree with my expulsion from the Ji Family, agree with Sang Yu being adopted by Ji Yuanhang?"
"Yes."
Shen Qingjun's schemes, Ji Wenshan's bias, none of them could hurt her.
But Ji Mingyuan's words stabbed Sang Qian's heart, leaving her feeling cold all over.
He was Chengzhou's closest person, in a large family like theirs, was there really only power and no blood ties?