Feeling the elasticity in his grasp, Yang Wuxu dared not administer the medicine to himself again and instead placed a pill into Fei Qing's mouth, whose eyes reddened. "Rest assured, Xiao Xu, I won't let them manipulate me any longer."
"And your father, in this world, the only person who genuinely cares about you is me," Yang Wuxu murmured in a low voice, his eyes reflecting nothing but ferocity.
Looking out from the villa occupied by Yang Wuxu and Fei Qing, one could see a stretch of azure sea. Compared to the sordid situation inside the villa, the scene on the sea was much more splendid.
At noon, while most residents of the Sixth District were having lunch and discussing trivial matters from the morning, a series of horn blasts resounded.
The white fumes expelled were not clouds, but the exhaust from the smokestack of a colossal ship.
