Both Berry and Little Choi had clearly been treated. Plaster covering their knuckles. Medicinal ointment gleamed faintly under the lights. Gauze peeked from beneath rolled-up sleeves.
That part wasn't surprising.
What was surprising…
It was that both of them were kneeling on the living room floor.
Arms raised.
Like five-year-olds being punished in school.
In front of them sat BB, the second master of the Wang family. He was focused on either reading or looking at something on the laptop.
But his expression is calm.
Deadly calm.
BB's eyes lifted lazily toward the newcomers before going back to the tab screen as if their presence were insignificant to him.
