Ch43 - Poor Legs
“What?”
Xie Shi was slightly dazed, then that handsome face that looks similar to Xie Nan En showed a surprised expression, “Did Uncle not know Cheng Chuan was sent by father to stay beside you?”
“Once I inherited the Xie family, I noticed Cheng Chuan’s on the list of names my father left me. It was five years ago when he sent Cheng Chuan to Uncle.”
The young man watched how the other man was stunned speechless, surprised he asked “ Did father not inform you?”
“Perhaps…” Xie Shi smiled slightly, warmly spoke, “Father must’ve wanted to protect you from the shadows.”
“Seeing how Father and Uncle have a good relationship, that must be the case.”
The man that was leaning on the bed stiffly maintained his posture of holding the bowl of medicine, not moving the slightest for a long time.
“Uncle, Uncle?”
Xie Shi was calling him, the man reacted half a beat slower and slowly turned his head, “Ah?”
“Drink your medicine quickly, It’ll cool down soon.”
Xie Mu held the medicine in his hands yet there were no movements.
“Go call Cheng Chuan over, I have things I want to ask him.”
The young man who had no qualms about his methods to prevent Cheng Chuan from approaching Xie Mu was enlightened at his request, “Okay, I’ll get someone to call him over right now.”
Cheng Chuan was already asleep.
But hearing Xie Mu was looking for him, he left his bed extremely quickly, after he made sure he was dressed prim and proper he came into Xie Mu room.
“Sir, you were looking for me.”
An An was carried away by Xie Shi.
The small child was in deep sleep, completely unaware they was being held by someone they feared.
Xie Shi gently patted their small stomach, lips curling up, sitting outside, looking at the closed door.
If his father found out someone beside him was deliberately arranged, he would first suppress them, then confirm whether information has been leaked, if so then most likely the person would be sent to jail, spending the rest of their life inside.
If it was him, for traitors like these, if he didn’t punish them severely how would he manage his subordinates in the future.
Directly arrange a car, either killed or maimed. Let them savor the consequences of betrayal.
Oh, What if it’s Uncle?
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His heart suddenly felt anxious and excited and didn’t let a sound slip and waited quietly.
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“It’s already five years…..”
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