"Was that the Grandmaster?" Tang Hao exclaimed in surprise.
Under the sweep of Tang Hao's powerful mental power, Yu Xiaogang's silhouette sat on a stool, his hand moving rhythmically.
What was he doing?
He had actually seen that motion before. Never mind. He would ask the Grandmaster whether he had seen that unfilial son.
Tang Hao slipped inside like a gust of wind.
He also caught sight of Yu Xiaogang's expression.
His eyes were tightly shut, his breathing heavy, yet the corners of his mouth curled slightly upward!
Tang Hao still did not understand what he was doing.
"Grandmaster!" Tang Hao called.
The Grandmaster, whose flight was just about to take off, shuddered at the voice. He swiftly stopped his hand and looked down at the upside-down book on the desk.
His gaze drifted toward the doorway, but there was no one there.
Yu Xiaogang lowered his head to read again, then pretended to look up once more, searching for the visitor.
Where was that person? If I find out who it is, I'll kill him!
Watching Yu Xiaogang put on an act, Tang Hao still could not understand what he was doing.
"Grandmaster." Tang Hao stepped in front of Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang shuddered again, then saw Tang Hao before him.
"Your Excellency Haotian."
A smile appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face, though inwardly he had already cursed eighteen generations of Tang Hao's ancestors.
With Tang Hao's strength, he must have noticed what I was doing, yet he still interrupted me. Not a single member of the Tang family is any good!
Tang Hao! Fuck...
Yu Xiaogang, whose flight had been forcibly canceled, was seething with resentment!
"Where is Little San now?" Tang Hao picked up a tissue from the desk and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
He would