The first strike.

When the two people reached home, Yang Dao changed into his casual nightwear and sat down in front of his computer. The computer in his study also had a link to the one downstairs. His slender fingers moved. 

Feng Yun came to his room to check up on him and found first impressions on the wall. She was confused. With some hesitation, she placed her hand on the impressions, closed her eyes as she spoke in a low voice, "Omni Eye."

In the middle of her eyebrow, a glow flickered. Inside her mind, Feng Yun saw the whole process of Yang Dao seething in rage as his fists rained down on the wall. After a few minutes, the glow vanished and Feng Yun opened her eyes. She had a faint smile on her lips as she said, "Until they actually enrage Young Master. They can be left alone."