The colorful smog rose into the sky like a ferocious-looking poisonous serpent with bared fangs.
The workshop had already been razed to the ground. The ashes and smog floating around were indicators to how violent the explosion was.
Ai Hui, with bandages all over his body, was climbing out of the ruins. Although he was blackened by smoke and fire and looked incredibly awkward, he wasn’t wounded. Seeing that Ai Hui was fine, Mingxiu sighed with relief.
At that moment Han Yuqin had also heard the loud noise and rushed out. When she saw that Ai Hui was okay, the concern in her eyes disappeared. But the next second a hint of complacency flashed in her eyes, and she sneered at Ai Hui. “Now even your master can’t save you, little Ai Hui. Do you know how much this workshop is worth? I spent as much as eight million on it, and I’m still keeping the bill. It seems that you will have to work for me for many years, little Ai Hui.”
