Wang Xiuli sat in the chair, her eyes vacant, staring at the surgery door, ears buzzing as if she couldn't hear her son's questions.
Beside her, Feng Yuhuai seemed agitated like a cat with its fur standing on end, stood up and glared angrily at Feng Mu: "I've been calling you all night, why didn't you answer, where did you go, to hell…?"
Feng Mu squatted beside Wang Xiuli, casting a sidelong glance at Feng Yuhuai.
He had just killed someone tonight, not just one, undergoing a massive transformation in his mentality, his eyes unconsciously revealing a cold predation towards his own kind.
The brief eye contact made Feng Yuhuai suddenly stiffen, feeling as though she was being stared down by a bloodthirsty monster masked as human, accusations stuck in her throat.
Clearly, she was standing and Feng Mu was squatting, yet Feng Yuhuai felt as if her head was being held high in the mouth of a monster, a chilling sensation creeping up her scalp.
