"A pear blossom wooden bed, a rosewood desk, and Shao He's favorite tea set, the Ruyi Mandarin Duck Pillow, and..."
"Master? Are you sure you want to bring so many things into the prison?" Ah Mo quickly interrupted and asked tentatively.
"If I can't take the person away, I'll move the things in," said Pei Huaian as he stood up and walked out.
Seeing the obvious gloom and anger on his master's face, Ah Mo couldn't help but whisper to himself in the back of his mind: These people really had a death wish, daring to touch the master's bottom line.
Thinking of this, Ah Mo glanced back at the woman lying on the bed, pale-faced. Although this time it didn't cost Doctor Shao her life, she had still been seriously injured.
This was enough to push the master's rage to the extreme, Ah Mo raised his eyes, caught sight of that menacingly clouded handsome face, and nearly had his soul frightened away.
