"Did he cry?" Mo Yixuan asked.
It was clear from the worry in his eyes that he was very worried about his son.
Wang Zhi shook his head.
He didn't hear the sounds of a child sobbing when he went by and even heard laughter inside the house.
Mo Yixuan finally relaxed and stuffed a hundred dollar bill into Wang Zhi's hands.
He was rich enough to get the devil to do his bidding and in this village, everything could be resolved with money.
He turned and entered the room that Wang Zhi had arranged for him to stay at. This room looked… there were just no words to describe it. It was in a terrible state.
