Even if there was no electricity in the mansion, the night still hadn't fallen in the sky above the city, and that was why the room wasn't dark even without the artificial light from the lamp.
However, Wen Xiang's face darkened even more as he received a question from the man sitting next to him. It could be said that the question sounded naive and innocent, but his heart still churned even just a little when he heard the question.
"You think my father is no different from that bastard Qin Zemin?" Gritting his teeth, Wen Xiang asked the pink-haired man.
Perhaps the change in mood on Wen Xiang was evident in Xue Tian's eyes, and that was why he immediately showed an expression full of guilt after realizing how his previous words might have offended the black-haired man.
