Zishi sat on the coffee table. He looked at the bodyguard that his brother hired, "I'm being targeted?" he asked in confusion. He had nothing. Why would he be targeted?
Yesell had an idea as to what was happening, "The news that your brother was injured already spread. You're the only legitimate heir left. So a lot of people are seeing you as a thorn to their side."
Zishi felt anger. Not because he was targeted, but because a lot of people were now looking down at his brother because he was injured. "My brother— I trust him! He'll turn things around!" He had a lot of faith in his brother who had shouldered all the struggles since they were young.
Yesell wasn't that immersed in the family drama, "Yeah yeah yeah... But before all of that, we need to get you to safety first."
Zishi was playing with his fingers... His eyes started to dart around again. For some reason, he wasn't as secure as before when he was in that glasses man's room.
