As Kang Chen bathed, Huo Er finally breathed a sigh of relief outside the door.
For the past two days, he'd experienced what it truly meant to be in dire straits, to be in such pain he wished for death.
Mr. Chen was in a terrible mood, and his destructive rage was akin to a powerful weapon, annihilating everything in his path. It could be aptly summed up with one phrase — scorched earth.
Take their deputy, Mu Weibai, for example; he was probably still laying in bed from his beating.
Huo Er sighed, not understanding why, if Mr. Chen wanted to see the Young Madam, he didn't ask them to retrieve her. Instead, he remained silent.
Feeling frightened to take any initiative himself, Huo Er had no choice but to endure the daily sufferings.
Today, Mr. Chen finally agreed to attend a banquet. This inspired a small trace of schadenfreude in Huo Er's heart; let his master inflict havoc on even more people.
