Wang Zongkun stroked the book as if he were handling a sacred text, his expression turning saintly.
"Pah! Scumbag."
Wang Lilong and Wang Lixian simultaneously burst out cursing.
"I don't understand what you're cursing about," Wang Zongkun said indifferently, "but tonight, we're all staying here with no one going out."
Just as they were talking,
the lights in Rich's room went out.
…
Meanwhile,
Wang Shouzhe finally found tranquility in his courtyard after the facade had faded away. Half-reclined in the Taishi Chair, he indulged in a rare moment of enjoying some snacks and immortal brew.
Not far away, Wang Liyu was lying on a specially-made desk, diligently writing a thick pile of homework by the light of a night lamp.
If you looked closely, you'd find that her posture was terribly awkward, with a ring fastened around her neck, another end tied to the beam, so that if she lowered her head slightly, it would strangle her neck.
