Priceless antiques, calligraphy, and paintings, down to pillows and remote controls, were all thrown out like trash. But this time, something more terrifying happened—a bullet pierced the glazed lamp on the corridor wall, shattering it to pieces with a crackle.
"Is he going crazy again?"
A tall figure flashed behind the servants, who stammered, "Sir, the young master... he said he's going to blow us up..."
Wen Qiyang waved his hand, and the servants scattered away like they had received a secret order, holding their heads as they ran.
"Old man, if you dare keep me locked up again, don't blame me for being rude to you!" Wen Zao's eyes were bloodshot with anger.
Since waking up injured last time, he found himself back in Italy, and Little Xixi had been sent back to A City at Wen Qiyang's sole discretion, without consulting him!
