A Hundred Years of Happiness, An Early Birth of a Child

"What do you care where I go?"

Ya Quan was already in a bad mood. Facing the black man's obstruction, he raised his gun and pointed it at the other party's left chest.

This gesture was both threatening and dangerous.

The black man locked his eyes on Ya Quan, and the two of them stared at each other without blinking.

About six seconds later, under Ya Quan's seemingly calm but extremely vicious gaze, the black man moved his feet and silently retreated to the side to make room.

".."

After Ya Quan arrived at the living room, he shot a cold glance at Ya Dongfeng before sitting on the single-seater sofa at the side.

Feng Sheng poured him a cup of tea and he paid no attention to what was happening outside.

He drank his tea and let Ya Quan and Ya Dongfeng solve the problem by themselves.

The three people at the center of the incident were silent for a moment. No one had the intention to speak first.