It won't be long...

She just watched quietly, admiring a mentally ill person going crazy.

The King of Hell laughed in different ways: cold, sunny, childlike, and he also sang unknown nursery rhymes.

Then I saw him fall from heaven to hell, holding his head and groaning.

The King of Hell now felt a splitting headache, and the rage in his heart had not subsided much. The inexplicable anger was burning his sanity.

But the strange thing was that he still felt a hint of satisfaction in his heart.

Perhaps because it was the first time he saw his younger siblings, the headache was particularly severe.

How wonderful! These are relatives who understand my feelings and will never betray me...

“Dongdongdong——”

There was a short knock on the door. He turned around suddenly and saw Yan Qi standing at the door. He breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want anyone to see his appearance, except Yan Qi.

Because Yan Qi is a doll he made with his own hands, he has no heart, no feelings, and will not betray him.

He also confidently handed over the park's business to her, letting her be his secretary and his bedside companion.

The King of Hell waved his hand, Yan Qi pushed open the door, walked into the room, and tried to help the King of Hell who was sitting on the ground.

The King of Hell exerted a little force on his hands, embraced the warm and soft beauty in his arms, and kissed her without saying a word.

After the clouds and rain stopped, Yan Wang tied his belt and asked Yan Qi why he came.

Yan Qi still had that numb expression. She was mute and couldn't speak, so she could only gesture with her hands:

One of our shipments was intercepted. There might be a mole in the park.

"What?"