"They've lost their patience." Lin Song looked at Ye Huang, "You're not hurt, are you?"
"No." Ye Huang threw away the wet wipes, leaning coolly against the car hood, "It's been a while since I've seen blood, feels good!"
Lin Song relaxed, watching Ye Huang's men return one after another, and asked, "Did Ye Li make an appearance?"
"A guy named Song Sheng, he looks a lot like him, in every way. I couldn't control myself for a moment." Ye Huang's face was tense, and his entire body exuded a murderous aura.
Under the dim street lights, he just leaned against the car hood, looking up at the sky.
The stars above were beautiful, but unfortunately, the myriad lights on the ground were also beautiful. The neon lights of tall buildings made the starlight above seem dim.
"Alright, leave Song Sheng to me. Let's head home." Lin Song patted Ye Huang, "Your wife is still waiting for you to come home!"
Thinking of Bai Xiao, Ye Huang's lonely heart found solace.
