Zhao Tiezhu was immersed in the joy of his cultivation, but some people could not find sleep.
Take Wang Cuilian next door, for instance. She lay on the kang, staring out at the pitch-black window, her mind heavy with worry. The mark on Zhao Tiezhu’s neck looked just like a hickey.
"That boy... could it be that he was taken for a ride out there? Sigh, he’s just too outstanding. It’s no wonder he has so many people keeping an eye on him."
Chapter 340