"Where on earth are you, Father? Ming'er believes you aren't dead. Yet now, Ming'er is helpless, unable even to hold onto the position of family head."
Lu Ming clutched tightly at a pendant hanging around his neck. Pressing too hard, his nails dug into his flesh, and blood continuously seeped out.
This pendant was cast from 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 worn it constantly for the past six years.
Chapter 1247