Watching that man lead his mother away so effortlessly, Yu Zihan felt a surge of displeasure.
What's more, the man had been visiting his mother every day for the past few days, and each time they would talk for hours on end.
'It feels like Mother spends more time talking to that guy than she does with me!'
Most importantly, whenever that man and his mother stood talking, he felt they shared an aura that no one else could penetrate.
'It's as if *they're* from the same world, and the rest of us are just outsiders.'
Yu Zihan hated this feeling. Very, very much.
If his mother hadn't said the man was her friend, he would have kicked him out long ago.
Seeing his young master remain silent for so long, Liu Zhao instinctively glanced over, only to be startled by the boy's dark expression.
Liu Zhao: "…"
'It's over, it's over,' he thought. 'My good buddy's life is hanging by a thread colder than a frozen lake in deep winter!'
