"Where on earth are you, Father? Mingsheng believes you are not dead. Now, Mingsheng is helpless and about to lose even the position of head of the family."
Lu Ming gripped the pendant hanging around his neck so tightly that his nails pierced his flesh, and blood continuously seeped out.
This bronze pendant, the size of a broad bean, had been sent back from afar by Lu Ming's father before the accident, entrusted to someone to deliver. For the past six years, Lu Ming had kept it with him at all times.
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