The other end's breath was erratic and he was panting heavily.

Yan Jia knew that if he stood in front of Yan Songyuan, Yan Songyuan would have slapped him in the face.

More than ten years ago, Yan Songyuan was young, strong and had a bad temper, so it was common to slap him in the face.

Yan Songyuan has grown old over the years and no longer has the strength to beat him.

Ji Changmu frowned as he listened.

"Old man, to put it bluntly, if you have time to quarrel with me, you might as well go to the hospital to see your precious son. Maybe he won't live for a few months, and maybe you have to give the white-haired one a black-haired one. Tsk.

, so pitiful. As for me, you don’t have to worry about me, I can do whatever I want, you’d better leave it alone.”

"Bullshit! Is this what you said? All the money I've given you over the years has been fed to dogs! Why can't your elder brother forgive you, and you want to curse him like this?!" Yan Songyuan coughed and couldn't breathe.

Every time I quarrel with this little son, he always gets the upper hand.

Ji Changmu stood up, grabbed Yan Jia's cell phone, and hung up: "You drank too much."

Yan Jia picked up the goblet and drank a few sips of red wine. He laughed so wildly that he almost burst into tears: "I am a redundant person in the Yan family."

"Stop drinking, I'll have someone take you to the hotel."

"Old Ji... I really want to stay in New York forever and never come back..." Yan Jia's eyes were dim, and he continued to laugh after a while, "It's a pity that I'm an idiot. My company didn't work well and my career didn't succeed.

I don’t even have the capital to stay in New York…”

"Try to get along well with your father. Is there any misunderstanding between you? You are his biological son, and he will not harm you."

Yan Jia didn't say a word.

Ji Changmu asked his bodyguard to take him back to the hotel, but he did not go home and stood under the eaves outside the bar for a long time.

Light wind and drizzle, the night is endless.

He smoked a cigarette and looked up at the lights in the tall buildings in the distance. The light and shadow were numerous and boundless.

…

Yan Jia has been staying in Bincheng and refuses to leave. Sometimes he doesn't want Ji Changmu to accompany him, so he just stays alone.

Ji Changmu didn't have much time to accompany him. A few days later, he took his mother to the hospital for a review.

Yang Shuzheng seemed to like Uncle Miao's daughter very much. She chatted with her for a long time in the hospital. When Ji Changmu came over with the list, she reluctantly left the department where she worked.

There were no major problems during this reexamination, but she still needed to continue to observe her. Dr. Zhao changed her medicines.

Ji Changmu was very polite to others, but this kind of politeness was more alienated and aloof. He seemed easy to get close to, but in fact it only made people stay away.

Yang Shuzheng knew her son's character, but she felt uncomfortable most of the time. You know... when the Ji family was in great glory more than ten years ago, Ji Changmu was still a young man who loved to laugh and make trouble.

After that, she never saw Ji Changmu smile, not even once.

She also felt guilty in her heart. She really didn't want Ji Changmu to be unhappy all his life.

Obviously... her son looks better when he smiles, like the breeze and the moon, and the jade trees and orchids.

"Mom, Dr. Zhao said nothing is wrong. You don't need to worry at ordinary times, let alone anything." Ji Changmu came out with the list and medicine, "I have an infusion today. Are you going home or in the infusion room?"

"Just in the infusion room, I asked Xiaoyue to accompany me. You go back and remember to help me take home the custom-made cheongsam. The boss has called me several times."

Ji Changmu nodded.
Chapter completed!