In the bushes, Xi Zhantao picked up a forgotten figure. The person was tightly tied to a shopping cart with a rope and was trembling all over.

Chu Zhiqin's blood seemed to freeze.

"Zhong Cang?!"

The man huddled in the shopping cart raised his face, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes through his disheveled hair. Chu Zhiqin almost didn't recognize him as her husband, Xi Zhongcang!

His left leg was bare below the knee, the festering wound haphazardly bandaged with a plastic bag, and his once robust body was so thin that the shape of his ribs was visible.

Xi Zhongcang avoided eye contact, not daring to look his wife in the eye. He could only look down at his trouser leg, his rough fingers gripping the edge of the shopping cart tightly.

Her husband had only suffered a minor leg injury in the army years ago, but it didn't affect his daily walking. How could he have fallen into such a state?! Chu Zhiqin trembled all over, staggered unsteadily, and then tried to run forward.

Mr. Cheng grabbed Chu Zhiqin's sleeve and gestured to her not to act impulsively.

"Brother," Luo Qian suddenly tugged at the rope holding the shopping cart, "look at your wife! When she's enjoying herself, she hasn't thought about you at all!"

Xi Zhongcang stumbled as the shopping cart screeched as it was pulled. His lips trembled, but no sound came out; only murky tears rolled down his sunken cheeks.

"Let him go!!" Chu Zhiqin roared recklessly, about to rush forward, when her nephew Xi Yunchen suddenly rushed up, pointing a knife at Chu Zhiqin.

Seeing that things were not going well, Cheng's father threw Xi Yunchen to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw and snatched the knife from his hand.

"Stop pretending!" Xi Yunchen was in so much pain that his face was unrecognizable. He sat up and said angrily, "Aunt, I knew you had such great abilities. Turns out you've hooked up with a big shot! You're shameless!"

He stared intently at Cheng's father's neat and imposing attire, a hint of resentment in his eyes.