"Young Master, news from Hong Kong. The master suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage and didn't make it." The butler's expression was grave.
The pen in Qiao Minhong's hand fell onto the desk with a sharp clack.
Strange. That man was gone, and yet he felt a trace of sorrow.
Could this be the legendary bond of blood?
But Father, if blood ties mattered, why did the main branch end up in such a miserable state?
"Let's go. We're returning to Hong Kong."
Qiao Minhong stood up, his face set in its usual resolute determination.
The Qiao family, I'm back.
I'm back to take what should have been mine, to reclaim everything that should have belonged to the main branch.
Theme: Love and hate that cannot be forgotten
