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"Are you crazy?!"
Feng Ju's voice suddenly rose to a screeching pitch. He jumped to his feet, and the plastic chair made an ear-piercing sound as it scraped the floor.
When he had just been resurrected, Feng Ju was full of anger, and he didn't even go home to see the Filial Daughter. Now that he had finally calmed down, it was even less likely he'd want to see her.
Yes, he had done some psychological preparation to help the Filial Daughter escape, but he wasn't ready with an action plan.
When Feng Ju stood up, he knocked over the soy sauce bottle on the table, the brown-black liquid spreading over the surface like the congealed black blood on the back of his clothes.
He stared intently at the phone in the scoundrel's hand, as if it were a bomb about to explode.
Feng Ju urgently reached out to grab it, and just as he did so, the call connected.
A familiar and sweet voice came through the receiver:
"Hello, brother...."
