In the apartment, in the living room, a man was slumped on the floor surrounded by several black-clad bodyguards, the scene extremely oppressive.
A man in a white shirt sat by the dining table, his exquisite face calm and serene, his light brown eyes focusing on the flower branch in his hand, while the other hand held a pair of scissors.
With a "snap", the scissors cut off a small section of the flower stem, and he inserted the flower branch into a vase. A seemingly ordinary action, yet he performed it like art, exuding a sense of sanctity.
Golden sunflowers were ready to bloom, full of vitality, adding a touch of brightness to the room.
The room was utterly silent, and Kang Qiao felt an invisible pressure weighing on him like lead, making it almost impossible for him to move.
He watched the meticulous man pruning the flower branch, frowned, and said, "Your mom is looking everywhere for you, and you're hiding here? Do you even realize the chaos Shengyuan Group is in right now?"
