Li Kuo got even angrier. He pushed Bu Mo out and closed the door.
Bu Mo was anxious. "Young Master, you have to eat. What if you starve and hurt your body?"
Li Kuo panted in anger. He didn't say anything he liked to hear. Eat, eat, eat. How could he eat? He was already so old, but he still couldn't leave the house. He didn't have any freedom at all. He wasn't as carefree and free as Miss Zhao. How could he still be in the mood to eat?
He was furious.
Li Kuo lay on the couch gloomily and sulked. He thought to himself that if only he was good at martial arts and could fly away as easily as Su Xiaolu.
Unfortunately, he couldn't. All he felt was the weight of his body. It was impossible for him to fly away so lightly in this life.
No, he couldn't give up like this.
He had to find a way out.
