Du Chun awoke from his unconsciousness with a sharp twitching pain in his head, as if his brain was convulsing—Wang Qi had knocked him out using brute force, so it was no wonder his head hurt.
But such incidents had happened before. Ever since he was rejected a few days ago, he had been relentlessly cultivating, and it wasn't unusual for him to injure himself in the process.
Du Chun felt dryness in his mouth. He thought of getting a cup of water to drink. However, the water in the teapot had frozen into ice chips, which stabbed painfully at his stomach when he swallowed. This somewhat sobered Du Chun, but it only fueled the fire of anger in his heart. Flinging the cup against the wall, he shouted, "Bastard!"
Strength... power...
In this world, without these two, you were less than a pile of dog poop—at least, no one dares to step on dog poop.
After being severely humiliated by that woman, even the servants started to ignore him.
