Chapter 1890: Return Home
Shangjing.
Inside a hospital room.
"Boss, Old Xu is here to see you!"
The middle-aged man carefully walked up behind Elder Zhao and spoke in a low voice.
Elder Zhao seemed not to hear him, his gaze fixed straight on Zhao Ximin.
"Boss! Old Xu is here to see you!"
The middle-aged man raised his voice slightly.
Only then did Elder Zhao hear him.
He slowly turned around and met Old Xu's gaze from across the room.
His once-dull eyes became filled with reluctance and despair when he saw Old Xu.
As lifelong rivals, Old Xu understood him all too well.
He shook off his secretary's support and took several steps forward.
"Zhao Dahu, pull yourself together! We still have to avenge the children. If you collapse, won't you just become a laughingstock?"
Elder Zhao forced a smile.
But it looked worse than crying.
"Our family... Musen, is he..."
What remained of Zhao Dahu's former bearing now?
Every movement of the old man made everyone in the room ache with sorrow.
Even Old Xu's eyes began to sting.
"Pull yourself together, old fool, or the younger generation will laugh at you.
Ximin will definitely be fine."
Old Xu knew that this was no time to provoke his old friend further.
So he ignored the question about Zhao Musen.
Elder Zhao turned his head away as if he had not heard Old Xu at all.
He stared directly at the middle-aged man standing behind Old Xu and asked:
"Xiao Xu, tell me. Is Musen never coming back?"
Elder Zhao was exceedingly stubborn now.
He had a premonition that his son, who had suffered torment all his life, had already left him forever.
"Boss, no. We're still looking into Musen's whereabouts. Don't worry, we've already locked onto the