Just as the words were spoken, the door was violently blasted open.
Fortunately, there was no one by the door, so no one was injured.
The woman walked at the front, followed by rows of tattooed men; it was evident that she had a high status among the pirates or that the man she depended on was highly ranked among them.
The woman flipped her curly hair, red lips blazing, laughing coquettishly, "Dear son, come home with mom."
She was already standing in front of the sofa.
On the sofa lay only Zhuge Xunming.
The call for "son" was unmistakably directed at Zhuge Xunming, no one else.
Zhuge Xunming seemed to be asleep, not reacting.
The woman signaled to the tattooed men behind her, "It seems my son is already asleep, so let's take the sofa as well, don't disturb his sweet dreams."
Four tattooed men stepped forward and lifted the sofa with the person on it.
Zhuge Xunming's father wanted to step forward to stop them, but Zhuge Xunming's mother grabbed his arm tightly.
