Chapter 1401 - 418: [Do You Look Down on Me?]_3

Chapter 1401: Chapter 418: [Do You Look Down on Me?]_3

This safehouse has only one room and a living area, but it’s not small.

The furniture and appliances are quite complete, though they look very old.

Wu opened the door in the dark and carefully groped around for a while, ensuring that the few secret mechanisms he had left had not been triggered, only then did he truly breathe a sigh of relief and finally put away the last bit of vigilance.

Afterward, he closed the circuit breaker and turned on the lights in the room.

Chen Yan noticed that a cord had been loosened behind the door, and the other end of the cord extended to the windowsill, tied to the base under the vase.

"If someone had entered this room and opened the door, the vase in front of the windowsill would have fallen and shattered."

Wu casually explained and then invited Angie into the room.

The little girl’s expression was somewhat tense and somewhat confused, with a hint of suppressed dissatisfaction in her eyes.

It was evident that her nervousness and fear had completely dissipated after the past two days.

What replaced it was a resistance to the new environment and situation.

"How long are we going to stay here?"

Angie was standing in the living room, turning her head with wide eyes at Wu.

Wu pursed his lips: "Stay a few more days, if nothing new happens in New York, we might be able to go back after a while."

"Might?"

Angie seemed infuriated by this word, her emotions suddenly intensified, shrilling: "Might!!!

What if something happens? Can we never go back?

Do we have to live here anonymously, like rats?

What about my past life? What about my school, can I never go back? My friends, classmates, can they never be seen again?

Am I just going to completely abandon the environment I’ve lived in for more than ten years?"

Wu’s face darkened too, but he tried hard to rub his hands, took a deep breath, and tried to suppress his emotions, slowly explaining to his daughter: "The situation you mentioned may not happen, maybe in a few days we can..."

"May not? Maybe?" Angie raised her tone slightly: "All this I..."

Slap!

A slap, Angie’s face instantly turned to one side, and her small body staggered.

Wu stood frozen, staring wide-eyed at Chen Yan.

Chen Yan gently twisted his wrist, glaring back at Wu: "What’s the matter? I didn’t even use much strength."

Saying this, he lazily ignored Wu but walked over, grabbed Angie’s chin, and lifted her face.

"You, you hit me! Why, you..."

"If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll continue to hit you."

Chen Yan’s tone was very calm: "To be honest, I’ve wanted to hit you for a long time. Now, all of this, isn’t it all because of the trouble you stirred up, you idiot!"

Angie’s eyes reddened, her eyes quickly filled with tears.

"If you hadn’t insisted on going to that stupid party, if you hadn’t been vain and insisted on hanging out with that second-generation rich called Murray, if your vanity hadn’t made you want to mix with some damn high-class circles, if you hadn’t lacked even a little safety awareness and run around with people blindly..."

Chen Yan’s tone was blunt and cold: "Would all these troubles have come later?

Your dad helping you clean up the mess brought all this trouble upon us, yet you dare to lose your temper and blame others now?"

Angie seemed to purse her lips, looking up at Wu.

"Looking at your dad won’t help." Chen Yan said coldly: "Added to your skillful dad, you two together wouldn’t be much harder for me to kill than crushing an ant!

Listen carefully, I’m not your dad, I have no obligation to tolerate your poor character and lousy temperament. That slap was a warning. From now on, I will have zero tolerance for you. If you annoy me again, I’ll break your legs."

After finishing, Chen Yan single-handedly picked up Angie and tossed her next to Wu: "Keep an eye on your daughter."

Wu sighed, looked at Chen Yan with complicated eyes, and said in a low voice: "...Sorry, I’ll talk to her properly."

After saying this, he pulled Angie into the inner room and closed the door, soon inside came Angie’s voice of aggrieved weeping.

Chen Yan didn’t bother to pay attention to it.

In his view, this kind of brat like Angie has nothing worth his sympathy or patience.

These uselessly rebellious pieces, act aggressive when they cause trouble and cowardly like dogs begging for rescue afterward.

Fear makes them obedient temporarily, but once the crisis is over, their useless nature shows again. Not meeting their requirements leads to dissatisfaction, and they grimace.

Even if the trouble is caused by themselves, they cover their ears and act up: I don’t care, I don’t care...

Spoiled bad habits.

It’s unknown what Wu said to Angie in the room; after a while, the father and daughter came out, and Angie’s attitude had obviously become much more docile.

Or to say, she’s scared.

She didn’t dare to say anything, her eyes wouldn’t make contact with Chen Yan anymore, just lowered her head and got to work.

The father and daughter took some tools to start cleaning.

Wu mopped the floor, while Angie tidied up the sofa in the living room.

Chen Yan did not move but found a chair to sit down, then took out his phone to scroll the news.

Angie would occasionally sneak a glance at Chen Yan, but once caught by Chen Yan, she quickly withdrew her gaze in a panic.

Chen Yan did not care about her anymore.

Anyway, they’re not his family; it’s Wu who should have the headache.

In Chen Yan’s opinion, Wu’s daughter is pretty much spoiled rotten.

Poor education coupled with adolescent rebellion, now she’s a complete waste.

If she were in China, she would be one of those spirit sisters.

If she’s in America, sooner or later she’ll degenerate into one of those party toys that people use casually.

Plus, she’s brainless.

What a pity...

Chen Yan couldn’t help but sigh.

Xie Jiuyan, once a genius, but his descendant turns out to be so wasted.

However, Angie is indeed a descendant of Xie Jiuyan—she has practiced the Cultivation Technique, although she hasn’t mastered it, she didn’t cough blood nor was she backfired by the Cultivation Technique, proving her bloodline is without doubt.

The next morning, Chen Yan and Angie stayed home, Wu went out alone to purchase some daily supplies.

After Wu left, only Chen Yan and Angie were in the house.

By the way, the only bedroom in the house was occupied by Chen Yan at night.

He isn’t that kind-hearted. He saved these two people and brought them here, but to give the only room and bed to them and sleep on the sofa himself?

I am supposed to be your lifesaver, right.

So, after the room was cleaned last night, Chen Yan unceremoniously occupied the only bedroom and bed.

As for this father-daughter pair, Angie slept on the sofa, and Wu on the dining table.

When Chen Yan came out of the room, Wu had already gone out, Angie just sat on the sofa fiddling with her phone.

"You’re not allowed to contact your classmates, you can browse news and surf the web, but no contacting of any acquaintances."

Chen Yan coldly said.

Angie hesitantly shrank a little, then pursed her lips: "...I know, Dad has repeatedly reminded me several times."

Chen Yan nodded, walked to the kitchen to get a cup of water and drank it.

Turning around, he saw Angie staring intently at him.

"What are you looking at?" Chen Yan instinctively said.

"...What did you say?"

Alright, forgot this girl is an ABC.

Chen Yan immediately felt uninterested, didn’t bother with her, walked to the window, and looked down at the street.

The street was still rundown and desolate, the buildings on both sides were old, street corner passersby occasionally hurried by.

But at the intersection, you could see one or two suspicious-looking street characters like gangsters, holding cigarettes, or carrying paper-bag wrapped liquor.

But they should just be local hoodlums, unrelated to this side of things.

Chen Yan watched for a while, withdrew his gaze.

Suddenly, Angie behind him spoke up.

"Chandler, do you... look down on me?"

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