Even if she wanted to remove these things, her hands were tied. It was simply impossible.
"Qin Lang, please…I beg you…take these things away…" Qin Cheng's voice begged.
"Now you beg me, it is too late…However, rest assured, I won't let you die. That would make the game less fun." Qin Lang's voice was eerily cool. If one hadn't witnessed him in person, they might think they'd encountered a ghost.
"Qin Lang, we were wrong. We will never do this again, we'll never hit you or curse you again. Please, forgive us!" Qin Cheng couldn't handle this feeling, yet his consciousness was still painfully clear.
"Hit me? Curse me? You think I'd let you do that if you weren't my biological parents? Since you aren't, enjoy the generous gift I'm offering!" With his hands behind his back, Qin Lang turned around, unwilling to look at their faces anymore.