Qin Lang still remembered the regret and unwillingness in Qin Chuan's eyes when he closed his eyes. His son was still young, his daughter-in-law had been taken away... As a man, he could only lie on the bed wasting his life, worse than death!,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.,At this moment, Ren Shangwu was also paying attention to Qin Lang, his nephew. He didn't know what had happened to Qin Lang during his two years in prison. How did he have such a vague and rebellious aura, making it impossible to guess。