Liu Qingyan was still in a daze, feeling an unprecedented sense of happiness as she watched the little man's retreating figure.
What's... what's happening to me! Could it be that I've fallen for him?
Liu Qingyan's face flushed, and her heart raced. Soon, she became sentimental again. This man was very powerful, and his inner strength was immeasurable. Moreover, he was surrounded by beautiful women. Would he ever notice someone like her? After all, she was still Cao Shanhe's so-called Fourth Aunt in name. How could her status ever be worthy of the man before her?
Liu Qingyan couldn't help but feel inferior.
Bu Jingguang had been beaten by Chen Fugui until he soiled himself. He lay at death's door, his face mangled beyond recognition, no longer resembling a human.
Chu Hao didn't even glance at the trash, walking over to the myriad bugs before him—spirits of infant souls, exploited and made to suffer immensely.
