All Forces Moving! Wrecking Scumbags (1)

He seldom displayed his emotions; to be precise, he never did.

Si Fuqing had never encountered such a person, one who could masterfully control his feelings.

His joy never broke the surface, never colored his face.

It sounded simple enough, but accomplishing it was another story altogether.

She had never seen him erupt in anger, nor had she witnessed a moment of his elation.

Even her own master couldn't achieve such a lofty level of emotional control.

Si Fuqing blinked her eyes, "Boss?"

Beside her, Feng San was already drenched in a cold sweat, every hair on his body standing on end.

He couldn't help but recall an incident from long ago.

Back when Yu Xiheng first arrived at the Mo family, they carefully selected personal guards for him, and Feng San was among the first to serve by his side.