"Gurgle."
Wang Ningxi swallowed nervously, a foreboding feeling creeping into his heart. He always felt that beneath Luo Jing's Grand Aunt's calm exterior, there seemed to be some kind of madness hidden.
However, there was no turning back now, whether he stretched his neck or shrank it, it would still be severed by a blade.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Rather than being an mediocre Great Heavenly Proud like my father all my life, I'll risk it all."
Wang Anxin's cheek twitched, this mischievous boy still bore grudges, it was just a few beatings, wasn't it? A father beating his son was perfectly justified.
No, no, I, Wang Anxin, must also think of a way, facing the endless freaks and perverts in the family, this mediocre Great Heavenly Proud was really too outdated and ordinary.
Subsequently.