"Go." Li Chengcai shook his head madly, controlling Zhao Chunhua's behavior. At the other end of the sofa, Li Dacheng frowned deeply, scrutinizing Xu Ke, who sat motionless like a mountain, making it impossible to discern his depths.
At this moment, Xu Ke exuded an aura and charisma reminiscent of a noble son meticulously nurtured within an ancient Chinese family. This Xu Ke was vastly different from the one he had previously encountered at the Lin Family. An inexplicable tremor ran through Li Dacheng's heart, and every cell in his body screamed for him to leave.
He didn't know what had happened to Xu Ke, but the only certainty was that this man was no longer someone they could beat and abuse at will, and even more so, he emanated an inexplicable danger. Li Dacheng had always trusted his sixth sense, which had helped him avoid plenty of disasters over the past decades. So when Zhao Chunhua narrowly escaped Li Chengcai's restraint to target Xu Ke again, he put a stop to it.
