Unlike the burly, strong and lively Hu Jiacheng that Logan Chu saw two days ago, the latter was now lying on the bed, gasping for breath, his face as pale as purple gold. Half of his life was gone and he might die at any time.
If he continues to embezzle money, he will have to win an Oscar.
In addition to Hu Jiacheng lying on the bed, there were several family members in the room, both men and women. Some looked sad, some were crying, and the atmosphere was very pitiful.
After Logan Chu came in, one of the family members whispered something in Hu Jiacheng's ear, and then he waved his hand, and all the family members left.
"Lord Chu, you're here..." Hu Jiacheng was panting, sweating profusely, and speaking in a very low voice.
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