Ah—
Ah—
Yu Dash's anguish was plain to see. He was in terrible pain.
Then he spun on his heels and ran off, whimpering.
He crashed into Liu Erlong, who had just returned with a bucket of water. Liu Erlong didn't fall, but the fragile Yu Dash hit the ground, and the hot water splashed all over him.
It wasn't scalding, but it still drenched him like a drowned rat.
Worried, Liu Erlong hurriedly helped her beloved Xiao Gang up. "Oh, my Xiao Gang, are you all right?"
But it seemed he'd heard the word "useless" again. He was so fat that when he bumped into someone, he hadn't knocked them down—instead, he'd fallen over himself.
Wasn't that the very definition of useless?
Yu Xiaogang spun around and ran again, desperate to get away from this painful place.
This time, Liu Erlong couldn't stop him or hold him back. He was determined to run.
"Xiao Gang, what's wrong?" Liu Erlong couldn't understand why her Xiao Gang had gone out once and come back in such agony, acting like a madman.
"Teacher Er Long, don't worry. Big Shit just can't accept what happened to Third Brother yet. He's in terrible pain and needs to find somewhere quiet to calm down," Ning Rongrong explained without so much as batting an eyelid.
As if all her brains had migrated to her ample chest, Liu Erlong didn't think it over at all. She simply accepted Ning Rongrong's explanation.
"I see. Then he really does need to calm down. I'm just afraid he'll run away like he did before, when he fled from our wedding."
Anyone who didn't know better would think Tang San had dumped him, cruelly abandoned him, and that he couldn't accept it. Unlike ordinary people, who would beg desperately to be