But he didn't. He devoted himself to taking care of the old master, managing the Kang family's residence well, not letting that large house fall into disarray without its owner, ensuring the servants could keep things as orderly as before.
Through these events, the caretaker realized that he had in fact already considered the Kang family as his own.
If the Kang family were gone, his home would be gone too.
...
Zhuo Zi'ang circled around the car, the night wind blowing with a howling sound, cool enough to penetrate through thick clothes and seep in.
Zhuo Zi'ang was extremely cold, glancing occasionally in the direction of the hospital building.
Finally, he saw a figure approaching, and Zhuo Zi'ang ran over.
"Boss."
Kang Chen: "Let's go, to the detention center."
"Yes."
The car sped on the road for over 30 minutes and finally arrived outside the city detention center's gate.
Zhuo Zi'ang got out of the car and opened the car door for Kang Chen.
