Jia Cheng's voice fell, and the atmosphere became silent.
Yang Wenxiao had been gently exhaling, trying to rid his heart of anger.
Emperor Yongan, Yang Hao, Yang Zheng, and Feng Huihui were either angry or sorrowful.
Once addicted, it's a lifetime addiction, with at least five years left in one's lifespan.
Imagining the scene as Jia Cheng described, Feng Huihui's body weakened and she bent down to hug Yang Zheng and started to cry.
Her poor son, his life had just begun.
It had just begun!
Yang Zheng understood, and somewhat frightened, he subconsciously stretched out his little hand to hug Feng Huihui's neck, his eyes brimming with tears, ready to fall at any moment.
Yang Hao's eyes were red as he watched the mother and son, his lips parted and trembled a few times, but he couldn't say anything.
Emperor Yongan's face was dark as water, staring at Jia Cheng, silent.
He seemed to not have accepted the fact yet, or perhaps he was on the verge of exploding.
