The scalding spiritual spring water overflowed from the cup, and Li Guanqi's expression gradually turned grim, allowing the boiling water to scald his fingers.

It wasn't until Song Yunshu emptied the teapot in her hand that the Old Man released her. The woman's face was as pale as paper, and she collapsed into the chair.

The back of the hand holding the teapot was already covered with purple-black bruises, and Song Yunshu's eyes were filled with horror as she continuously glanced at the two men.

The air was thick with an oppressive atmosphere, and Gu Yong made no attempt to conceal his pressure.