"It's wonderful to have blood. If you don't have it, then you don't have it. No matter how hard I force it, it won't work. "
Koo Changtine looked at the young man who was holding the spear in front of him. He looked exactly the same as Leng Huaijin. He laughed at himself.
Leng Jun's expression did not change. "If you did not have so many evil thoughts, I would still respect you as an elder."
He had been taken care of by Koo Changtine since he was born. He was very grateful to him.
But when he learned that his parents had been conspiring with his second uncle since the divorce, his gratitude was gone.
They were merely chess pieces that he played with in his hands.
"Alright, I'll turn myself in. Put your gun down."
After a while, Koo Changtine raised his hand and admitted defeat in front of the boy's cold eyes.
While Leng Jun was wondering what he meant, he said with a faint smile.