Lin Jianping also remembered.
Ever since that incident, his luck indeed improved quite a lot.
Business went smoothly, developing even faster than expected.
But as soon as he thought about how all of this came from draining his sister's blood, Lin Jianping wished he could just ram his head against the wall.
When he learned that he was dying and Fang Miao actually considered using his sister's life to prolong his own, and even Lin Hao was involved, Lin Jianping's face contorted with anger.
"These two beasts, those beasts!"
It was hateful that he hadn't noticed at all.
Yue Qingqing comforted him, "Uncle Grandpa, don't get upset, you didn't know about it, Grandma wouldn't blame you, all this blame should be on them."
But Lin Jianping couldn't forgive himself.
Fang Miao was his wife, and even though they had been sleeping in separate rooms for a long time, that didn't change the legal fact.
Lin Hao was his son.
