The island's morning was cold. Before the sun completely rose, the chill of the sea breeze caressed all the living things on kouchkati like a cold hand.
At dawn, two figures were strolling along the garden corridor of Herbert's Manor.
One of them was Feng bujue, and the other was Zuo Yan, who was holding Victor.
"Is it really good for you to be like this?" Brother Jue said casually,"leave the rest of the mess to a half-drunk uncle to deal with?"
"I've already arranged everything. It doesn't matter if he's here or not. " Zuo Yan replied,"but you ..." He raised his eyes to look at brother Jue."Is it really good for you to' do this '?"
"What's wrong with that?" "Someone like John should have been in prison at least ten years ago to pick up soap," Feng bujue replied in a very honest tone.
"I think ... That's where our values don't match." Zuo Yan continued.
