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.,The last time I saw Qin Lang, it was for Qin Chuan's...,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.。