With but a stir of his Divine Thought, Zhao Rui sensed all the malice directed toward him.
There was no need to arrange for anyone to handle them. With a single thought, their souls were scattered, and they died without a trace.
As for whether any of them were innocent, at his level, that was something he no longer needed to consider.
By the time he finished dealing with matters of order on Blue Star, three months had passed.
Miao Miaomiao's belly had grown visibly larger.
Furthermore, Qin Rui had also been confirmed to be two months pregnant.
With this double blessing, the entire family doted on these two treasures, caring for them with the utmost attention.
One day, while Zhao Rui was in the tea room chatting and drinking tea with his father, a strange premonition suddenly washed over him.
His brow furrowed slightly. He couldn't help but set down the teacup in his hand, then said with a focused gaze, "Dad, I'm stepping out for a moment. I'll be right back."
