Before him stood a man and a woman. The man was dressed in a suit, his hair slicked back, it was his distant cousin Wang Yang. He was handsome, with a frosty expression, staring at him with a look of disgust. Seeing Qin Lang approach, his face was filled with undisguised contempt.,Qin Chuan, already withered and emaciated, was covered with all sorts of pipes. Beside him stood a few people, including a middle-aged couple. Although both wore anxious expressions on their faces, Qin Chuan saw through their feigned worry to the cruelty lurking beneath.,Qin Lang glanced at his uncle, even though Ren Shangwu didn't speak much, Qin Lang could see concern in his eyes. After all, his mother Ren Qing was his own sister, and this uncle still carried a familial affection.。