Nevertheless, as a part of executing the plan, Ao Xiang felt guilty in his heart and couldn't say much. He could only leave the hall in disgrace.
Upon hearing the sounds of smashing and curses from inside the hall, Ao Xiang's eyes flickered as he stood outside.
To untie the bell, the one who tied it must come.
How about letting that person comfort father?
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Night falls.
The hall was a mess, Finn slouched drunkenly on a chair, surrounded by dozens of empty wine jugs.
He was not usually one to indulge in alcohol, but at this moment, he needed it to numb the humiliation of failure and block out the harsh sounds from the outside world.
He shook the jug in his hand; the empty response greatly angered him:
"Where's the wine? Bring it immediately, you bunch of idiots!"
The door was gently pushed open, and a graceful figure walked up the steps.
Finn opened his slightly hazy drunken eyes, frowning angrily:
