Chapter 825 Tiger Den, Open Anytime
- Situhu Sheng’s voice caught in his throat, his weathered face heavy with time. He bent low again.
- His look was bleak and sorrowful, yet there wasn’t a hint of hesitation. Only the bitter ache and helpless fury of a father who’d fought for twenty years to build an empire, now giving it up with a single wave—no second thoughts.
- “Dad—”