Standing in front of the black car, Dongfang Yu's mouth curved into a cold smile.
He had lived a long time, and sometimes, the warmth in his heart had actually vanished long ago.
What remained was nothing more than a disdainful attitude, looking down on everything.
Dongfang Yu got into the car with the cat, and the vehicle slowly left the deserted alley, heading towards the main road.
When he arrived at the apartment, he found Lin Fanpeng anxiously waiting at the door.
He frowned. What could this old man want from him again? It was truly bothersome.
His frown deepened in displeasure.
He walked toward his apartment as if no one else was around.
Lin Fanpeng followed him into the house, trotting along behind him.
He did not beat around the bush and stated his purpose directly.
