In an abandoned factory in the west of the city, Fu Xin was looking at the two people in front of himand laughing wildly.
A woman with heavy makeup stood beside him, her eyes wandering to a knife beside her.
"Can that little brat get the money back?" Fu Xin asked.
"Of course, he can. That child is a dog. Can't you order him around however you want?" the woman said.
The light outside shone on the woman's face.
Although the woman's facial features were exquisite, her makeup was smudged. On closer inspection, her skin was a little rough. The white makeup, heavy eyeshadow, and lipstick made her entire face look strange like a ghost.
"That child really thinks that you're his biological mother," Fu Xin sneered.
"Yeah, just like his dead father. He's completely useless," the woman said with a smile.
In fact, the two of them did not know each other later.
