In the hospital bed, Wu Bai, a hundred years old, slowly opened his eyes. He stared at the ceiling above him, one by,In a moment of utter silence, Wu Bai's clenched fists trembled. A surge of immense power coursed through him like an ocean wave crashing against the shore. His eyes glinted with a fierce intensity.,Xia Mo Han's face was already sullen, and when she heard Xia Zi Xuan's words, her expression became even worse. She retorted with displeasure: "He is my husband, why can't he sit at the table"。