Prince Leng's Mansion, Tangyuan

The sound of pinging and banging came out fiercely from the room, and the servants kneeling on the ground outside the room all had their heartstrings trembled.

His head was hanging tightly, his face was full of fear and panic, so much so that he didn't even dare to express his anger.

In the room, Jun Moli was shouting furiously: "Rice! You are all a bunch of losers!"

It's been three days and they haven't found him yet

"How do you do things? What do I do with you guys?"

He cursed violently, his handsome face was distorted with anger, his eyes were full of scarlet blood, and he looked extremely scary.

Annu and Wuying knelt on the ground, both with their heads lowered, letting him lose his temper and throwing things to vent his anger, not daring to raise their heads to look at him.

"What are you still doing there?"

Jun Moli gasped, kicked Wuying over, and roared violently: "Why don't you go and continue looking for someone?"

"Yes" Wuying stood up and quickly disappeared into the room.

"Ricefuckers! They are all a bunch of losers!" Jun Moli gasped in anger.

He was originally seriously injured, so Dr. Zhuang asked him to stay in bed to rest, but Xintang's escape made him extremely furious.

Especially after all the secret guards were sent out to search and investigate, but there was still no news, how could he still lie down peacefully in bed?

When he got angry, he threw things hard, which also caused the injury on his back. He hissed in pain and his face became distorted in pain.

"Master"

Annu looked up quickly and saw that the wound on his back was oozing out blood due to the force of the kick he had just kicked Wuying. He couldn't help but said in fear, "You'd better go to bed and rest. Your wound

It’s not healed yet…”
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