Dongfang Yu flipped up the collar of his leather jacket.
He glanced at the white cat that had been sitting in the corner of the wall.
He wondered to himself.
What's wrong with this white cat?
Its mood doesn't seem very high.
Usually, it would have been leaping around Gu Qiaoqiao by now.
Gu Qiaoqiao's heart is also quite hardened.
She hadn't given that white cat a single glance from start to finish.
Dongfang Yu sent two of his subordinates to deal with the broken glass.
And he himself went to another room.
This room also faced the rising sun.
But compared to the previous one, it was far inferior.
Yet at this moment, he had no choice but to nestle himself here.
Every time Dongfang Yu went out, he was actually fully armed.
He didn't stand outside for long.
But every time, he would create an amulet to increase his resistance.
The biting cold wind today blew directly onto his body, unshielded.
Right now, Dongfang Yu felt this cold for the first time in many years.
