After listening to Yuan Chun's words, Yuan Zheng seemed to remember his son, Yuan Hong, and asked Yuan Chun, "Fourth brother, where is Yuan Hong?"
Yuan Chun looked guilty and pointed to Yuan Hong lying on the ground in the distance, saying, "Big brother, Yuan Hong is there."
Yuan Zheng's figure flashed, and the next moment he was beside Yuan Hong.
"Father..." Seeing his father in front of him, Yuan Hong called to Yuan Zheng in a weak voice.
Yuan Zheng's brow had already furrowed; his son had always been formidable, receiving respect from others.
Never had he seen his son like this, lying on the ground, unable to stand, speaking in a voice as weak as a breeze.
He struggled to calm his turbulent emotions, squatted down, and asked with concern, "Yuan Hong, are you okay?"
As he spoke, he reached out, placed his hand on Yuan Hong's wrist, and his complexion changed instantly as he looked at his son: "Yuan Hong, you..."
