"Grandfather was infuriated to collapse by Jun Wuyang; his condition had improved earlier today, but then something else happened."
Jun Wuchen hadn't expected that so much would happen in just a span of three days.
Jun Wuyang had even become more outrageous, trying to force himself on Wen Xiao'ai, which was simply intolerable.
Now that he'd ended up like this, it was nothing but poetic justice.
"Grandfather just woke up, and he wants to see you. Come to the hospital."
"Mhm." Jun Moyan's face darkened as he hung up the phone.
His fists slowly clenched, and the hand holding the phone was shaking with rage.
The bandaged wound he had just dressed throbbed with his pulsing blood vessels, and the bandage slowly turned red with blood.
"Jun Moyan, what's wrong?" Wen Xiao'ai, seeing Jun Moyan's face so terrifyingly grim, was a bit worried.
"Jun Wuyang died just like that; he got off too easily," Jun Moyan gritted through his teeth.
