Lang Wenzhe came to the inner lounge in anger and almost couldn't hold back his curse. But when he saw Zhan Kunpeng and the tall, murderous man, his rationality returned. He forced a fake smile and asked Qingshan:

"Senior, half an hour has passed, why hasn't my dad woken up yet?"

Qingshan held a handful of sunflower seeds in her hand, which Luo Wenyuan had just peeled for her. She picked up one and put it in her mouth, chewing it with a crunch.

Qingshan planted a sunflower in his space, and it unexpectedly blossomed into a flower the size of a washbasin, its seeds plentiful and plump. The sunflower transformed into a ground sunflower, always with its head down, pretending to be a thinker. Finally, one day, while pondering the meaning of life, it fell to the ground and turned into a box. Qingshan picked out the sunflower seeds and fried them; they were crispy and fragrant, and he would take out a handful as a snack whenever he had nothing to do.

"Mr. Lang, how do you know he's not awake?"

Lang Wenzhe's face turned pale, and his tone was not as respectful as before.

"Senior, I'm not blind. I can still tell whether my dad has opened his eyes or not!"

Qingshan chuckled, fed all the melon seeds in his hand to Luo Wenyuan, stood up and walked towards the outer ward.

"Young Master Lang, sometimes seeing isn't believing. Haven't you heard the saying, 'You can never wake someone who's pretending to be asleep'? Perhaps Mr. Lang wants to hear something he hasn't heard before! Haha, let's go and take a look—"

Lang Wenzhe was surprised when he heard Qingshan's hidden meaning: Yes, why didn't I think of it? What if my dad woke up early and pretended to be unconscious to eavesdrop on our conversation? Wouldn't that be terrible?

The more Lang Wenzhe thought about it, the more he felt that with Lang Ningqi's cunning and treacherous nature, he might really do this. He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, wondering if he had said anything inappropriate just now.

Qingshan, hands behind his back, followed by the godlike, handsome and majestic Luo Wenyuan, the brisk-walking Zhan Kunpeng, and the anxious Lang Wenzhe, arrived at Lang Ningqi's bedside. Qingshan didn't need to use his spiritual power to see that although Lang Ningqi's eyes were closed, they were rolling around under his eyelids. He had indeed woken up long ago.

"Mr. Lang, now that you're awake, don't pretend to be asleep, or people will think I'm a charlatan with poor medical skills!"

Lang Wenping glared at San Bai and said, "You're just a charlatan, and you still dare to quibble! Once the old man dies, all the Lang family's property will have to be redistributed. It's not certain who the property under Lang Wenzhe's name will belong to. Hurry and pay up the medical fee!"

"Lang Wenping, shut your stinky mouth! Who are you calling a charlatan? Believe it or not, I'm going to give you a beating right now and teach you a lesson on behalf of this old coyote!"

Zhan Kunpeng was such a tough guy that even Lang Ningqi couldn't do anything to him. Lang Wenping didn't dare to contradict him even if he had the guts. He just shrank his neck and kept silent.

After hearing Zhan Kunpeng's voice, Lang Ningqi's eyes moved faster. Qingshan felt amused. It seemed that Lang Ningqi's mental activities were very intense.

Lang Wenzhe was indeed the smartest of the four brothers, and he was very good at adapting to changing circumstances. He quickly knelt at the head of Lang Ningqi's bed, weeping:

"Dad, wake up! I've only been back in Hong Kong for a few years and haven't fulfilled my filial duty to you yet. You can't just leave like this... wuwuwu..."

Qingshan nodded. Lang Wenzhe’s time spent with so many young stars was not in vain. His acting skills have been cultivated. They are so touching and make people pee... cry!

Lang Wencong and Lang Wenshun looked at each other with contempt in their eyes.

"Fourth Brother, who are you acting for? Even if you cry your heart out, Dad won't be able to see your fakery!"

Before Lang Wencong could finish his words, a hoarse voice like sandpaper rubbing against each other rang out from the bed: "Shut up, you beast! Ugh!"

Lang Ningqi was finally moved by his youngest son's filial piety and stopped pretending to sleep. However, there was still a gastric tube inserted in his nose, and he felt nauseous when he spoke and almost vomited.

Lang Wenshun and the other two stood there as if they had been struck by lightning, their faces filled with terror.