Planning
Some people could pretend to be strong.
But their hearts were still fragile.
Xiao Yifeng was like that now.
His heart had long since shattered into pieces.
As if it had merely been held together with tape.
After getting brutally beaten just now, he had simply vented a little.
Yet someone had actually spat a mouthful of saliva right into his mouth.
Xiao Yifeng burst into tears.
He somewhat wanted to kill himself.
He was already about to develop depression.
Psychological stress trauma.
"Young Master, don't cry. How embarrassing would it be if others saw?"
Xiao Qidong gritted his teeth and said it.
Who the hell had told him not to leave, insisting on keeping up appearances?
Well, wasn't this great now?
If the Treading Heaven Alliance found out they were like this, none of them would be able to go back.
"Fuck you, isn't this embarrassing enough already?"
Xiao Yifeng wailed and began crying.
He had long since lost all face.
"Brother Xiao, crying won't solve anything. Look at me—I didn't even cry when I married a dog!"
Qin Zhao also offered some comfort.
Xiao Yifeng froze.
That was right.
Qin Zhao was the truly embarrassing one. He himself was still doing all right.
Not good enough compared to those above, but better than those below.
"Fine, I understand. I'll become strong!"
"My mind just collapsed a little just now. I don't know what happened—I suddenly turned into a fool who loved crying!"
"Not at all like a Treading Heaven Alliance Young Master."
"No matter how miserable it gets, it can't be worse than marrying a dog!"
Hearing that, Qin Zhao wanted to cry instead.
Damn it, the more he talked about it, the worse he felt.
"Anyway, things are already like this. Nothing can get any worse,