Yu Xiaogang looked at Tang San's dry, cracked lips, took out a waterskin, and handed it to him.
"Little San, your teacher is here for everything. Don't be afraid. Come, drink some water quickly. Look how thirsty you are. It's all your teacher's fault. I didn't consider these things..."
This was called advancing by retreating. Yu Xiaogang had no other choice; he had to bind Tang San tightly to himself.
Even if Tang Hao truly wanted to kill him one day,
he would still have to consider Tang San's feelings.
That meant Yu Xiaogang had to make Tang San trust him completely, be unable to leave him, and regard him as his only family.
Then, even if Tang Hao came, he would not be close enough.
Sure enough,
after hearing that, Tang San's nose stung again. He lowered his head in shame and did not even dare accept Yu Xiaogang's waterskin.
That's right, Tang San. How could you suspect your teacher?!
You beast! Teacher is the only person who treats you well, your only family, and you still dared to suspect him?!
How could you still have the face to call yourself Teacher's disciple?!
Yu Xiaogang stuffed the waterskin into his arms, his tone candid and gentle. "Are you angry with your teacher?"
"Little San, it's your teacher's fault. I didn't..."
Tang San immediately dropped to his knees in shame, knocking his head against the hard earth. "This disciple would not dare!"
His throat felt raw, and tears fell again, pattering onto the ground and staining it in small dark patches.
Sob... Tang San! You really are an ungrateful beast!
"Teacher... I'm sorry, Teacher..."
"I shouldn't have suspected you..."
"I'm sorry..."
Once his emotions rose, he could say anything buried in his heart.
The corner of Yu Xiaogang's mouth twitched.