King Qi said: "I don't think he is heartless. He has been depressed and sad all the way. He is probably afraid of being criticized. After all, Di Zhongliang assassinated you. The Di family can no longer withstand criticism from others, so

So he was rolled up in the quilt and left. Di Weiming was also very disappointed. When he left, he didn't even take the incense and didn't give the old man Yizhuang a red envelope. I gave him the broken silver."

Yu Wenhao sat down, "He didn't even take the incense?"

"Isn't that right? He was so devastated that he left just like that." King Qi said.

Yuwen Haofeng narrowed his eyes. If Di Weiming is young, it is understandable that he does not understand these rules, but he has never experienced anything? How could he not know that if he wants to take this person who died tragically outside, he has to go all the way home?

Holding the incense? That's his biological son. He can't take it so seriously, right?

"Fifth brother, what are you thinking about?" King Qi saw that he was suddenly lost in thought, so he looked at him and asked.

Yu Wenhao asked him, "Besides, what else is unusual about Di Weiming?"

"Abnormal?" King Qi thought for a moment, "There is nothing unusual except that he is a little older and hobbles. Aren't you as arrogant as ever? Now, you are still acting like the head of the state?"

"Can you smell the smell of medicine on him?" Yu Wenhao suddenly remembered that he met him face to face at the gate, and it seemed that he had never smelled the smell of medicine on him.

King Qi shook his head, "I didn't notice it, but there shouldn't be any. My nose is very sensitive, especially to the smell of herbs. I didn't notice it. It should be gone... That's right. Isn't he sick?"

Are you going to the hospital to recuperate? Why don’t you need to take medicine?”

Yu Wenhao thought for a while, "Where does he live now?"

"No. 56, Wan Zhang Street, was the property of the Di family. It was not confiscated at the time because strictly speaking, it was Mrs. Di's dowry."

King Qi felt a little strange when he saw that Yu Wenhao kept asking, "Is there anything wrong with Di Weiming?"

Yu Wenhao said: "What do you think? What is the difference between him and before?"

King Qi thought for a while, "There is a difference. After all, the Di family has gone through this calamity. He has lost his former glory and must be in a state of despair. He...is also much older. This is understandable. He is ill."

Is there any person who is not old?"

"Except for the appearance, do you think there's anything else wrong?" Yu Wenhao asked again.

King Qi thought of Di Weiming's every move, but he didn't think there was much difference. If he compared it now with the past, it would definitely be incomparable. So, he shook his head and said, "I don't think there is anything wrong with anything else."

Yu Wenhao said: "In fact, he can ask his entourage to handle this matter, or even send a message to his sons. If he sends a message, will his sons dare not come? Secondly, he is terrifyingly calm. You

I said he was sad, but I didn't see it. No matter how much I suppressed the pain of losing my son, it couldn't suppress the great pain in his eyes. When he looked at me, there was only artificial hatred and coldness."

King Qi was dumbfounded, "Fake hatred and coldness? How to distinguish between these? Maybe he really hates you?"

Yu Wenhao patted him on the shoulder, "Old Qi, don't judge people by their superficial appearance. Try switching identities. You are Di Weiming. What will happen to you when you see me?"

King Qi shrugged, "How are Di Weiming and I the same? Even if we experience the same thing, our attitudes will be different due to temperament and tolerance."

Yu Wenhao said: "But there must be one thing in common, that is the great pain of losing a son. He can hide hatred and resentment, but grief cannot be hidden. Di Weiming has never been a person who is good at hiding his thoughts. He always knows how to tolerate

This way, we will not end up where we are today.”
Chapter completed!