Caught Up with Something This Good

Shen Ranxin had entered Detention Room A3 truly furious, fully intending to beat Shen Ziqing to death.

But now that he was actually sitting across from Shen Ziqing, his urge to hit someone had eased considerably.

The detention room here was nothing like Lu Zhi's luxurious open-plan apartment. This was the real thing: airtight on all four sides, with only a small window in the iron door.

Other than a cold army cot in the corner and an iron bench in the middle of the room, there was nothing else.

Shen Ziqing sat on the bench with his hands bound behind his back. Hearing the iron door open, he raised his head, revealing a pale chin beneath his oversized hood.

He curled his lips into a smile. "What is it, my dear son? Planning to—ugh!"

Shen Ranxin rubbed the blood from his knuckles.

Men really were fickle creatures.

For example, he hadn't wanted to hit him just now, but after hearing such a punchable voice, he couldn't hold back at all.

Shen Ziqing and the chair were both knocked to the ground.

Shen Ranxin hadn't held back with that punch. It knocked out one of Shen Ziqing's molars.

Thick blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. Shen Ziqing moved his lips, spat out the tooth, and let out a muffled laugh with a grin.

"So angry? Is your little Alpha about to die already? He spent a few years by my side. As for his gland—ugh!"

Shen Ranxin grabbed Shen Ziqing by the collar and punched him again.

That punch left Shen Ziqing unable to recover for a long while. Even his breathing stopped for half a minute.

"Do you fucking know how disgusting you are?" Shen Ranxin hauled Shen Ziqing up by the collar and looked down at