He told himself, yes, he should be happy!
Watching He Tang in pain, being tortured, that is what brought him joy.
He loved seeing He Tang in such a miserable state, the more miserable she was, the more thrilled he felt.
His fists clenched tighter and tighter, even starting to tremble unconsciously.
Just as his sanity and madness were intertwining, his mouth acted faster than his brain.
"Stop the car!"
Zhang Qian's sudden roar startled Elder Fu, who glanced at him confusedly from the rearview mirror.
At this moment, Zhang Qian looked like a wild beast about to attack someone.
His face was red, veins on his forehead emerged, throbbing vigorously.
Elder Fu slowed down and gradually came to a stop by the side of the road.
No sooner had he stopped the car than he heard Zhang Qian say, "Get out."
Elder Fu, kicked out of the car all of a sudden, stood by the roadside completely baffled.
