Drafting a will.
Bai Zhenhong didn't concern himself with other matters, but he wanted to make sure his youngest son, Bai Qi, would never have to worry about food and clothing.
Due to the doubts in his heart, the will Bai Zhenhong drafted left all his properties under his own name to Bai Qi.
After writing it, he picked it up to take a look, felt it wasn't quite right, crumpled the paper into a ball, threw it into the garbage bin, dropped the pen, and walked away.
The night passed without conversation.
Ring, ring, ring...
The grating sound of the ringing disrupted the sleep of the man and woman embracing each other in bed.
Annoyed by the jarring sound, the woman burrowed her head deeper into the man's chest, as if by doing so, she would no longer be disturbed by the ringing.
Fan Shaoming hugged Su Xiaoyue, who was nestling into his arms, while picking up the cell phone, finding the call was from Jun Mo.
What could his older brother be calling him for so early in the morning?
