Hou Xiangguo listened to Ye Luo's deeds with a peculiar gleam in his eyes, smiling as he said, "It seems this child is indeed no mere mortal, but a genuinely monstrous talent. Perhaps he really can remove the shrapnel that has been stuck in my brain for decades."
"However, Father, with Jingwen seriously injured this time, given Yao Xing's temperament, I'm afraid he won't let it go that easily, I'm worried..."
Hou Yaoyang said with some concern.
"Warn him, no matter what, he must not harm Ye Luo, or else he shouldn't blame me for no longer considering him my son."
Hou Xiangguo's expression turned stern, his whole body emitting an iron-blooded aura of authority.
Meanwhile, in the largest hospital in Capital City, after several hours of emergency treatment, Hou Jingwen finally returned to the ward. His face was now wrapped up like a rice dumpling, with only his eyes and two nostrils showing.
