Qiao En's appearance was heart-wrenching to witness.
Zhou Chucheng parted his lips, wanting to say something, yet he held back.
"Young Master Zhou, please go ahead, I'll take care of Young Madam here."
Sister Rong said while wiping her tears.
The atmosphere in the hospital room was so oppressive that Zhou Chucheng feared if he stayed any longer, he would not be able to hold back the truth.
"Sister Rong, call me anytime if there's anything."
After giving the instruction, Zhou Chucheng left the hospital room.
Once in the elevator, he kicked the walls in distress.
What was all this?
The brother he revered the most was clearly alive, yet had to feign death just to create confusion and confront the villains in a final showdown.
And Qiao En, she was even more innocent, enduring malice from all sides alone.
Now, he was the one who knew the most, yet there was nothing he could do.