"Haha..."
It was broad daylight, and the morning light was spilling in; laughter could be heard from the master bedroom of a two-story house in the municipal government's residential compound. Bai Luo opened his eyes and woke from a beautiful dream, a smug smile still lingering on his face.
"There's a saying, 'What you think about during the day, you'll dream of at night,' and it's really true."
A few seconds later, Bai Luo's consciousness gradually cleared, and he remembered the dream he just had. In the dream, Ye Fan was kneeling in front of him like a groveling dog, begging for mercy. Bai Luo laughed proudly, stepping on Ye Fan's face with his foot, as if a divine being looking down on an ant.
"Ye Family's bastard, even if you knelt down and kowtowed to me, calling me 'Grandpa,' I still wouldn't let you off."
