"Mr. Beiming."
"Sit." Beiming Lingyun gestured.
Mu Nansheng's face was extremely unsightly. How could he sit right now? The pain had made him wish for death. That bastard Beiming Yu always seemed to be punishing him, torturing him ruthlessly.
"No need, I'm here to hope that you can help me once more, to send me and my family away! Don't you love your grandson very much? You wouldn't want to see him ruined, would you?"
Mu Nansheng's emotions were somewhat agitated. Five years ago, he was together with Beiming Yu. Because of a misunderstanding, Beiming Yu impulsively killed someone in the heat of the moment. It was Beiming Lingyun who found him and persuaded him to take the blame for Beiming Yu's crime, using Beiming Yu's future as a reason.
Because he cared for Beiming Yu too deeply, he readily agreed at the time. What he received in return was the decline of his clan, and he himself had to flee the country.
