Li Junfeng had always been guarding his brother. After Qin Shaoze finished his surgery, he had been standing by his side to look after him. He never stepped away from the bed as he stared at Qin Shaoze's sickly face under anesthetic.
When his grandmother and father arrived, he figured they would come with the intent to make trouble. Lo and behold, his thoughts were right. He couldn't fathom how much hate his father had keep in store for his brother.
He also couldn't comprehend his grandmother's hypocrisy of wanting to make amends but never intending to apologize for everything she had done.
He felt so disgusted by what he saw. It was like a low-rated family drama that had lost budgets. He had never hated his surname more than he did at that time.
In spite of that, when he saw Pei Qian defending his brother, he was relieved. But coming with that feeling was a bout of helplessness and despair. He was sad because he could see but couldn't help Qin Shaoze at all.
