林风 exhaustively rubs his eyes, trying to focus on the blurry scene before him. The room is dimly lit, and he can't see clearly what's outside the window, but the oppressive atmosphere makes him feel uneasy. He slowly sits up and looks around. The room is ordinary, but it gives him a strange sense of being trapped.

"Finally awake?" A disdainful voice comes from behind him. Lin Feng turns his head and sees Tang Ershao standing there, his face full of disdain. It's as if Lin Feng owes him eight million and hasn't paid it back yet.

"What's the matter, second brother?" Lin Feng asks, still feeling dizzy. "Why are you so angry?"

"Angry? I'm not angry, I'm speechless!" Tang Ershao steps forward and points at Lin Feng, his voice sharp and full of sarcasm. "I thought you were really going to stiff here and make a fool of the family!"

Lin Feng sighs tiredly. He knows that Tang Ershao never treats him kindly, always looks down on him because of his waste martial arts. But he never expects Tang Ershao to be so harsh just because he woke up late.