After saying that, Chu Luo pointed at the King's seat.
In the next moment, the chair disappeared into thin air.
Bang! Before the King could react, he fell heavily to the ground.
The King's face contorted in pain. One could only imagine how painful it was.
Just as the King was about to flare up, Li Yan said to Chu Luo insincerely, "Luoluo, don't be naughty. Return the chair to His Majesty."
Anya finally reacted and rushed to help the King. She asked anxiously, "Father, are you okay?"
Then, she looked at Chu Luo in displeasure. "How bold of you to treat my father like this!"
Chu Luo blinked. "Bold? I have bolder moves."
With that, she waved her finger around the entire room. Under the shocked gazes of the King and Anya, the entire room became empty.
After a moment of silence, Anya became anxious. "Where did you take the furniture in my father's room?"
