Shen Po's aged voice carried heavy dissatisfaction as he squinted at the enraged Shen Cheng before him. Hadn't I told him not to come if there was nothing important? Why is he still here? And why choose this time to come?
"Can't I come? This place is mine, hmph!" Shen Cheng radiated intense anger as he coldly retorted to Shen Po. The thought of Wanqian willingly climbing into Yang Cilang's bed had just settled the raging anger in his heart when it flared up again. Wanqian, that despicable woman, that vile person!
"Haven't I said that you shouldn't come if there's nothing important? And even if you do, not to choose nighttime? Have you listened to a word I've said?"
Shen Po furrowed his brows deeply, a hint of irritation in his eyes. In her hidden dimension, Shangguan You also frowned. Isn't this old man the one who was with Zhuge Ao that day? If he's hiding here, then are Zhuge Ao and Zhuge Yang also here?
