"Wife, son, I'm sorry, I can't go back."
Cui Hong looked at the broken pieces of his phone on the ground, gritting his teeth. A hint of sadness flashed in his eyes as tears streamed down his face.
As someone who roamed the martial world, he knew who he had offended this time. Even if he managed to escape tomorrow's negotiation, Lafayette would never let him go.
He opened the unfinished bottle of Maotai and started drinking recklessly. The more he drank, the more he felt trapped inside, tears flowing, his whole body trembling.
It was his fear of death!
The next day, Wang Chao woke up, opened the window, and looked down at the scenery of Canton City. He felt a sense of relaxation and joy.
Although his hometown was warm and filled with human touch, living in this villa was so comfortable!
Opening the window allowed him to overlook the city's landscape and have an intimate encounter with the sunlight.
