"Jun Qing!" Mr. Jun was so infuriated by Jun Qing that he felt dizzy and overwhelmed.
Just as Jun Yan was about to say something, he heard Jun Wuchen's laughter ring out.
"Moyan is right, he really shouldn't expect a man who can't even protect his own woman, who only shirks responsibilities, and who cannot discern right from wrong, to protect him."
There was a moment of silence in the hospital room, and everyone looked toward Jun Wuchen in the wheelchair.
"I always thought Uncle that you were sensible, simply constrained exceedingly by your own identity issues. Now it seems I thought too much." Disappointment filled Jun Wuchen's eyes.
