Steward Qiao was found and awakened in a nameless alley by a servant from the Qiao Residence.
His whole body ached and was covered in bruises, and his face had swollen into a pig's head.
His facial nerves twitched, drool leaked from the corner of his mouth, and waves of pain racked him beyond his control. He asked the servant in a slurred voice,
"Whash going on... why do I hurt sho much... hiss... where's Tianshi?"
Where was his precious son?
"Over there!"
The servant pointed at the wall nearby. Qiao Tianci had been embedded in it, so firmly that they could not even pry him out.
His eyes and mouth were askew, and his face had been beaten into a swollen pig's head.
Then there was Steward Qiao. These two really were father and son!
They had swollen up like a pair of pigs!
Steward Qiao's eyes widened, going from narrow slits to sesame seeds. Whimpering, he crawled over and cried,
"Shi... Tianshi... my shon... my Shi!"
He crawled to the wall and struggled to pry his son out.
One large and one small, these two pig heads looked as if they had been cast from the same mold.
The servant watched from the side.
He pressed his lips together tightly and thought about sad things.
"Hurry up and pry Tianshi out... if anything happensh to Tianshi... the old mashter and madam... hiss... will kill you!"
Steward Qiao howled in anguish, his sausage lips opening and closing as he berated the servant.
The servant fought desperately to keep the corners of his mouth down. "Yes, sir. You really should stop talking for now."
Because every time you speak, I want to laugh even harder.
The servant curled his toes tight, nearly giving himself internal injuries from holding it in.