"Yes, I heard it very clearly...very clear indeed," Sheng Shuai responded in a mocking tone, thinking to himself, If I were to stay and be at your beck and call, I'd be a fool—and on top of that, having to endure humiliation every single day. Only an idiot wouldn't run.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he was filled with dread. The suspension bridge was the only escape route from here, and now that it had collapsed, he was truly trapped. If he called for a helicopter rescue, not only would the Demon King notice, but the noise might reveal Little Village Flower's whereabouts too...
How am I going to survive the days ahead?
Sheng Shuai increasingly felt that Sheng Shaochen, that rigid man, was unfathomably deep. Losing to him today was indeed underestimating him.
Han City, Han's Villa!
Mrs. Han had just received a mysterious phone call and stealthily retreated to her room.
