Yu Manluo pursed his lips, his throat moved, his eyes, stained with a bit of banditry, showed a little dryness, and he spoke in a clear and lazy voice, "Shi Qi, if you want to find the murderer and take revenge, tell me everything you need, and I can help you kill them!"

She stood there lazily, but her voice was chilling and her whole body was filled with an unconcealable cruelty.

Shi Qi's dark pupils beside the hospital bed were as calm as stagnant water, and her thick eyelashes drooped in her eye sockets, casting a shadow that made her delicate and soft white face look particularly gloomy.

When he raised his eyes again, there was no emotion in them. His eyebrows were clear, and his eyes were filled with stars and the sea. His gaze fell heavily on his godfather's pale face, obscure and unclear.

She said "hmm" softly, lowered her head, held Yan Shixing's hand, and said nothing more.

The door of the ward was opened hastily, and Yan Shixing's assistant Yan Ruo walked in with an anxious look on his face. He saw the unconscious Yan Shixing lying pale on the bed with a layer of gauze wrapped around his forehead, and faint traces of blood could be seen seeping through.

Fear and panic were etched in Yan Ruo's eyes, and she trembled and spoke incoherently, "My...my husband...how is he?"

Shi Qi had seen him before. He was his godfather's assistant and would occasionally come to the manor to report on his work.

She looked up at him, her voice clear and cool, her tone slow, "He sustained brain damage when the bomb exploded. He's out of danger now and will wake up soon."

After hearing this, Yan Ruo breathed a sigh of relief and then sighed, "Another brain injury. How could you be so unlucky, sir?"

"Again?" Shi Qi looked at him puzzledly, "Why again?"

"Oh, that happened more than ten years ago." Yan Ruo's face darkened as he recalled the past. "Mr. was lucky to survive a plane crash more than ten years ago, but he also suffered brain damage. After he recovered, he still had sequelae and often suffered headaches."

Yan Ruo looked at Yan Shixing lying on the hospital bed, "I didn't expect something like this to happen again. How should I explain this to the master?"

If Mr. Yan knew that his master was injured again and he had only one son, he would be so scared that he would fall ill.

Moreover, the gentleman is the head of the Yan family. Once he falls, those parasites will become restless.

Yan Ruo looked at Shi Qi seriously and said, "Miss Shi Qi, I have to go back to the villa and tell the master. I need you to take good care of our master. Please!"

Shi Qi smiled slightly, nodded with the corners of his eyes curved, "Don't worry, he's my godfather now, it's only natural for me to take care of him."

Unexpectedly, the master actually recognized Miss Shi Qi as his goddaughter. Yan Ru nodded happily, "That's really great."

After a short while, Yan Ruo left in a hurry again. He had to go to Master Yan to explain the situation.

At night, Shi Qi was still guarding Yan Shixing's bedside and was unwilling to leave, so Yu Manluo had to go out and get her some food.

The hospital was especially quiet at night. Yan Shixing, who was lying pale on the hospital bed, moved.

His hand curled slightly, and Shi Qi immediately sensed it. Surprised, he held his big hand tightly and called softly, "Godfather!"

Yan Shixing's brows were twisted in pain, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his cold thin lips trembled slightly.

"Godfather, what do you want to say?" Shi Qi saw that he looked very bad and quickly pressed the pager.

Yan Shixing suddenly clenched the small hand in his, breathing heavily, muttering in a confused voice, "Qian..."

"Qian..."