"Brother Yun, the rest of my life is entirely in your hands. Words can't express my gratitude. From now on, I'd be willing to work like an ox or a horse for you," Zhao Jian said, his hands trembling violently as he clung to Shen Fanyun's. "Please, try to talk to Chen Su and get her to spare our Zhao Family. Over the years, we haven't done anything truly heinous."
This was his last hope. If it didn't work out, how would his parents survive? How could he go on? If he lost his nerve and ended it all, his parents would surely die.
"Help me beg the Chen Family for mercy… I… I…" Zhao Jian was overcome with grief. Just a month ago, the Zhao Family had been prosperous and carefree, but now they were reduced to this. Life was truly unpredictable; disaster could strike at any moment.
