Dou Fukang raised his eyes and looked in the direction of the voice. He wasn't the only one. At this moment, many guests who had arrived at the Shao residence also stopped in their tracks and looked in Yang Wenli's direction.
At this moment, Yang Wenli was lying on a stretcher. The stretcher was carried by two men, and he was still covered with a thin blanket.
The steward standing at the side was wiping his tears and crying.
"Eldest Miss, please come out and see Master. How can you be so heartless? Now that you're rich and powerful, you don't care about your own brother. Doesn't your conscience hurt?"
His voice was very shrill, and the people around him began to point at them.
Seeing this, the little beggar hurriedly rushed over.
However, Dou Fukang quickly grabbed him. "Don't go."
"But…"
