"Where on earth are you, Father? Minger believes you aren't dead. Yet now, Minger is helpless, unable even to hold onto the position of head of the family."
Lu Ming gripped the pendant hanging from his neck so tightly that his nails dug into his flesh, and blood began to seep out.
The pendant was cast in bronze, about the size of a fava bean. Before his father's accident, he had entrusted someone to send it back from afar, and Lu Ming had kept it with him for the past six years.
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