Suddenly, from behind came the incredulous and furious voice of a middle-aged man.
That voice...
Zhou Shuai's body stiffened, as he turned his head at the slowest pace of his life, only to see his father Zhou Zhen appear in his sight.
There was also his mother Mrs. Chen, alongside Chen Chen.
The three of them stood a few meters away, staring at him in shock.
Bai Chuwei gave a slight smile, "Feels good to talk big, doesn't it, Zhou Shuai?"
Zhou Shuai: "..."
An endless stream of curses rolled through Zhou Shuai's mind, all intended for Bai Chuwei.
Damn it, his father?
Why was his father here?
This was still early in the morning, just past five o'clock. How could he show up outside Lingyin Temple?
Zhou Zhen had lost his mind with rage. He threw away what was in his hands and strode forward in a few steps, kicking Zhou Shuai in the chest so hard that he instantly felt an agonizing pain there.
