By his bedside, a slender and handsome figure sat, his expression sorrowful as he said, "Dad, mom has gone to find her own biological son... Why doesn't she like me? I really don't care about the inheritance at all! As long as Dad is well, I'd gladly give up ten years of my life!"
Hearing this, Zhou Congyuan's face showed a trace of relief.
Then, he struggled to lift his hand and gently patted Zhou Yang on the shoulder, "Don't blame your mom, she suffered a lot when she was young."
Zhou Yang immediately nodded and said, "I understand!"
Afterward, Zhou Yang talked with Zhou Congyuan for a while and then said, "Dad, you rest well, I won't disturb you anymore."
Hearing this, Zhou Congyuan somewhat wearily hummed in acknowledgment.
Then, Zhou Yang got up and left.
As Zhou Yang was leaving, Luo Jiasan, Zhou Congyuan's personal secretary, happened to arrive.
"Good day, Young Master." Luo Jiasan looked at the still sorrowful Zhou Yang but felt filled with mockery in his heart.
