Shen Cexian sat on the hospital bed, Zhou Ran sat on the sofa, while Shen Chi stood in front of Shen Cexian's hospital bed.
The ward was suddenly so quiet that no sound could be heard.
There was no noise from outside the door either; it was as if everyone's breath could be heard.
Neither Shen Cexian nor Zhou Ran had any expression on their faces; both were very calm, but the depths of their eyes were different—deep and profound.
The calm on the surface was just to cover up the unrest inside!
On the contrary, it was Shen Chi who was truly composed.
Shen Chi stood by the bedside, looking down at Shen Cexian on the hospital bed. Last time, he had demanded the power of attorney from Shen Cexian, who had refused. This time, he would not compromise.
This was the only capital by which his father could threaten him, and it was his father's amulet.
Shen Chi extended his hand, saying indifferently, "The power of attorney."