Dad, Mom, Save Your Son!

Just as Ye Lei delightedly sensed the changes in his body, he suddenly noticed the two basketball-sized holes in the wall of the cultivation room. His scalp immediately prickled.

If he went forward from this spot, wouldn't that be...

He was doomed!

Alarm bells blared in Ye Lei's mind. At last, he understood where that feeling of unease had come from.

Third-floor master bedroom.

Without Ye Lei keeping her in check, Han Nuan had watched movies until late last night before coming home. Not only that, she had spent ages watching variety shows at home. It was already past seven in the morning when she finally lay down to sleep. Yet she had barely slept for any time at all when a loud bang erupted through the house, jolting her awake. She pushed open the door to the room the sound had come from in confusion, and the sight before her instantly filled Han Nuan with rage.

Her perfectly good walk-in closet now had four basketball-sized holes punched straight through it. Dozens of custom-made outfits she had stored in the cabinets had all been burned to ashes, and even dozens of her beloved limited-edition handbags had not escaped disaster.

She did not even need to think to know who the culprit was.

A chill steadily spread from Han Nuan's body. She turned around, grabbed a thin white nightgown from the bed, pulled it on, then yanked open the door in a towering rage and shouted.

"Ye Lei, get your ass over here!"

At a loss in the cultivation room, Ye Lei had been considering whether he should make a run for it and hide outside for a few days before coming back. Then he heard his wife's utterly furious roar. His legs went weak with fright. He did