"I never said that." Huli wiped the corners of her eyes: "Yaozong is flesh of my flesh. No matter how useless he is, he's still my son. The whole world may despise him, but I won't."
Fang Youning sat quietly on the broken chair by the bedside, head lowered, listening to the conversation between Fang Huai and Huli.
If it were possible, he would have escaped from this place immediately!
The daylight brightened, and as Fang Yaozong slowly opened his eyes, his voice was weak and hoarse: "Water... I need... water..." Hearing his voice, Fang Youning hurriedly called Huli to bring some water over, then helped Fang Yaozong, his father, to drink half a glass in one go.
After being placed back on the bed, Fang Yaozong felt despondent. Although he had been unconscious most of these past few days, with only brief moments of waking, he overheard quite a bit during his slumber when conversations happened nearby.
