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