An Feihua didn't agree, but his eyes were serious, "Rong boy, I will help you supervise. As for the Duanmu family, let this boy handle it himself."
Duanmu Ping's cloudy eyes flashed with a faint smile, and he nodded, no longer forcing it.
At least An Feihua has agreed to help look after Rong, that's enough.
His hand slightly clenched An Feihua's hand, and the close friendship made the two old men cherish each other.
The butler standing by looked at the master's satisfied expression, as if he was only breathing his last breath, and he couldn't help but tear up.
bump!
The door was slammed open, followed by hurried footsteps.
Duanmu Rong's tall figure appeared in the ward, and his heaving chest showed that he was running very fast.
The housekeeper was excited to see him, but also could not hide his sadness, "Master Rong, you are finally back."
Duanmu Rong saw his grandfather lying on the hospital bed, with tubes all over his body and various medical instruments beside him.
Suddenly, his eyes turned scarlet.
"Go and see the master quickly." The butler couldn't help sobbing.
Duanmu Yue followed closely behind. After seeing her grandfather, she rushed to the bedside and cried, "Grandpa, Grandpa..."
Duanmu Ping's eyes were gentle, he didn't say anything, only relief was in his eyes.
It’s great to have all the kids back.
Duanmu Rong walked to the bedside with heavy steps, reached out and held his grandfather's hand. His eyes were dark and violent.
“Who did it!”
He remembered that not long ago, his grandfather was still in good health.
How did it become like this?
The housekeeper was heartbroken and wiped his tears silently. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "It's all because of those ungrateful people in the family."
The head of the family has been slow to choose the next heir, and those in the family are ambitious and always want to get the inheritance rights from the master.
But the master favored Young Master Rong, which made those people in the family hate him, so they had the opportunity to secretly make moves and harm the master.
Now that Young Master Rong is back, those people should be trembling.
The housekeeper looked at Duanmu Rong with hope in his eyes. He was the best person in the family and the one most capable of inheriting the master's wishes.
Duanmu Ping on the bed thought so too, but he had no time left. His body was no longer able to move and his vision was slowly blurring. Only his old hand held Duanmu Rong's hand and patted it gently.
Child, the Duanmu family is left to you.
His eyes seemed to be saying silently...
Slowly, his hand dropped from Duanmu Rong's hand, his eyes closed, and he stopped breathing.
"Grandpa!" Duanmu Yue cried sadly.
"Master!" The butler also felt pain.
An Feihua on the side sighed and said, "Goodbye, old friend."
Duanmu Rong's eyes were red, and he held the old man's hand tightly, trembling slightly.
His parents died early, and his grandfather was the closest person to him and raised him, tolerating all his rebelliousness and bad temper.
Now that grandpa is gone, there is no one like him anymore.
It took three days to properly bury the head of the family, Duanmu Ping, and many family members came to attend the funeral.
Although they looked sad, no one could fail to see the ecstasy and ambition hidden deep in their hearts.
A funeral was about to begin, but no one dared to speak or take the next step.
Duanmu Rong was standing in front of the tomb, and his back revealed a faintly oppressive and terrifying aura.
Until the end of the funeral, Duanmu Rong held his sister who was crying with red eyes.
"Go back to the Duanmu family!"
He was as ferocious as a wolf, his brutality unconcealed throughout his body causing the temperature around him to drop by several degrees.
Duanmu Rong's eyes swept across the faces of the family members and he snorted coldly.
Everyone in the family was trembling.
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