"No, I can't..."
Muddy tears slid from the corners of his eyes, and Wen Yiming shook his head, whispering softly.
A layer of mist quickly formed on the transparent oxygen mask as Wen Yiming gasped for breath but could no longer speak further.
Wen Xu'an's words, "It's all his doing," still echoed in his ears. Thinking of the escape route he had arranged, Wen Yiming felt a burning pain in his heart, an unprecedented sense of humiliation.
When Wen Yiming was born, it was as if he was born with a silver spoon. At that time, the Wen's was just starting out, still in the hands of Wen Yiming's grandfather.
By the time Wen Yiming came of age, Wen's was already managed by his aunt, who was, in fact, Wen Yizhi's biological mother.
With a solid foundation laid earlier and the diligent efforts of that great-aunt of the Wen family, Wen's reached its pinnacle of glory during that time.
So, when Wen Yiming took over Wen's from Old Master Wen, Wen's was at its zenith.
