Seven or eight SUVs formed a half-circle, separated by two meters, with several people standing or sitting by the cars, and someone even squatting on the hood smoking.
The pretty boy was quite frightened by this scene. His eyes twitched rapidly as he scanned each face. Suddenly, someone smiled at him, and he immediately clutched Yaen Chi's arm and hid behind him.
"That's my dad's nemesis! Damn! They found me even this far out. What should I do?"
Yaen Chi said, "They've been here for half an hour and haven't moved. I thought they were sent by your dad to pick you up."
"Impossible!" the pretty boy suddenly shouted, half-jumping out from behind Yaen Chi, then quickly hid back, lowering his voice and gritting his teeth. "My dad doesn't care whether I live or die. He's already busy with his own stuff. How could he spare anyone to pick me up?"
He tightened his grip on Yaen Chi's hand inch by inch, saying venomously, "He always values his life over mine. I've long gotten used to it."
