"Your words make my heart ache." Li Chang'an pressed a hand to his chest. His expression was perfectly calibrated—just the right amount of grievance, mixed with a very real touch of anger. Zhou Ze had been in danger at the mining area, and they had risked their lives to drag him out of a pile of bugs. They hadn't asked for gratitude, but why were they being bitten in return?
"A pile of bugs?" Zhou Yuanshan's brows twisted into a tight knot. His gaze was like a poisoned hook, dead-set on Li Chang'an as if trying to pry a flaw from his face. "What pile of bugs?"
"The Black Obsidian Beetles," Li Chang'an said with frank directness. "Your nephew was wrapped into a cocoon by those bugs. If we hadn't found him in time, I'm afraid..." He didn't finish the sentence, but the implication was glaringly obvious.
