"Hahaha, finally, someone is worse off than me! Now, do you know how crazy Gong Jue was to protect that woman? Hahaha!"
But as he laughed, a trace of sadness surged into his heart.
Why was he hiding so far away and still being tortured by this little demon from thousands of miles away?!
He reassured himself that he was very strong and wouldn't cry!
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At the Gong family's old residence in the Imperial Capital.
It was rare that the lights were still lit in the middle of the night.
Gong Qing and his wife waited in the living room. Songsong quietly brewed a pot of kung fu tea with her own hands as if she was using the tea to calm her emotions. Gong Qing paced around the hall anxiously. Even Old Master Gong, who rarely came out, was sitting in a wheelchair and was pushed out by a servant.
