Meanwhile.
Prison, visiting room.
"Uncle, do you really not want to go out?" Ou Fengyi looked at the man across from him with a bitter smile—Ou Jundao!
Ou Jundao was the uncle he admired most since childhood. He had a genius-like talent in music. Despite striving until the age of twenty, the pieces Ou Fengyi composed were still inferior to those Ou Jundao casually composed at eight.
Unfortunately, fate was unkind to geniuses. Ou Jundao's entire life was tripped up by a woman named Song Weiyang.
"This is my place." Ou Jundao had aged considerably compared to before, yet his expression was serene, as if he had no desires left.
Ou Fengyi's mouth was bruised, and he licked the teeth on the roof of his mouth—the punch from Ji Yebai was truly heavy.
"Uncle, I have already taught her daughter a lesson."
"Oh?"
