"Alright."
Aunt Tang stopped saying anything further and led them straight to the bedroom.
As soon as they entered, a bedside lamp flew towards them, whizzing straight past Lin Jie's forehead.
Bam—
Amidst Aunt Tang's scream, Luo Fei caught the bedside lamp steadily and placed it aside.
Lin Jie turned pale with fright; it was so sudden, he was nearly hit.
Aging yet remarkably noticeable, an elder was seated inside. Though not old, his white hair and weary appearance were unbearable to look at—a father who had lost his daughter sat gloomily within.
"Mr. Wu, hello, I am..."
"Get out!"
With a roar, Wu Gang staggered towards them while twisting his body, as if completely deranged.
Without a word, he grabbed Luo Fei's collar and shook him violently, while others nearby attempted to help but were stopped.
An elder at this moment couldn't cause any real harm.
Luo Fei allowed him to vent his grief and anguish.
