This chill seemed to seep into his soul, freezing that rotten-mud-like soul of his, which had been on the verge of decay.
It was barely a kind of reshaping.
It gave him an unprecedented sense of ease.
Only after the eerie attraction vanished did the seven children in the room regain their senses and look toward the two bodyguards.
The bodyguards, who had been preparing to act, also came to their senses and awkwardly scratched themselves.
"Nothing happened. Keep guarding outside, close the door, and don't come in unless you're called. That 'person' just came by!" the eldest son said gravely.
"Yes, sir!" The two bodyguards hurriedly complied.
Only after the door closed again did the eight people in the room realize that Wu Heng had vanished silently at some unknown point.
They did not even know when or how Wu Heng had left.
"Father, which mutant—cough, cough—sir was that?" the second son asked in confusion.
At the same time, he covertly glanced at Dean's right hand, which Dean was gripping tightly as he pulled it back beneath the blanket.
He thought he had been subtle, but Dean saw it perfectly clearly.
"Don't ask. I can't say."
"And none of you may speak of anything that happened in this room today. Otherwise, our family will be placed in danger, and the consequences will not be something you can bear!" Dean warned.
"Understood, Father!"
"Good. And those two outside—you know how to handle them, right?"
"Of course. I'll call someone right away." The third son took out his phone, covered his mouth, and gave quiet instructions.
Yet that attraction from before kept echoing through their minds. The feeling was ten times more tormenting than seeing a peerless beauty.
Their gazes drifted over involuntarily.
Dean's grip tightened, and a thought arose in