Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

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Chapter 118

Xue Yu simply didn’t know what to say.

He stared at the man who didn’t think he had done anything wrong. His pink fingertips trembled as he grasped the corner of the quilt. He just wanted to scold him.

It was annoying enough that he broke in, but why is it getting more and more excessive now...

The chair creaked against the floor. Ning Yao stood up and grabbed the man’s collar and dragged him to the backyard. The man’s wound was pulled and his face twisted as he struggled: “What, what’s wrong again, didn’t I apologize?”

“Apologize?”

Ning Yao pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, as if he had lost his appetite. Every word he said was full of sarcasm: “You call this an apology.”

The man and Xue Yu, who was biting his bright red lips on the kang, looked at each other. Seeing that he was avoiding his eyes and wanted to scold him, he finally realized that something was wrong with him and muttered: “You can’t blame me for that. I can’t control it.”

It was like that.

With that face and that voice, how could he hold it back?

At the end of his speech, his voice was full of grievance, as if he was complaining about Ning Yao's harshness towards him, and he even doubted whether Ning Yao was Xue Yu's husband, otherwise how could he endure it until now.

Ordinary people would have hugged their partners, kissed and coaxed them, and checked where they were touched.

How could he have the heart to teach him a lesson?

He felt sour and jealous in his mind. He was jealous that Ning Yao could live with Xue Yu every day, and he was annoyed that Ning Yao was incompetent and didn't even know what to do now.

This complex emotion suddenly hit his head, and his temples swelled quickly, causing him to lose track of the current situation and click his tongue at Ning Yao.

Ning Yao: "..."

Ning Yao pursed his lips, his face completely turned cold, and he was about to drag him out of the house. Xue Yu got off the bed at some point, walked over and pulled his little finger: "...Are you going to hit him again?"

With his eyelids drooping, Ning Yao glanced at him, short but fierce: "You can't bear it?"

How did he come to this conclusion?

Xue Yu was at a loss.

He didn't have such a broad mind. He simply thought that if he continued to fight, the man would die, and Ning Yao would still owe a life debt. "No, I mean you don't have to beat him because of me. Let's send him to Uncle Zhou as soon as possible."

Although there was no law and order management agency in the slums, it was still not good to spread the news of fighting.

Ning Yao closed his eyes and endured it. He seemed to have taken his words to heart. He loosened the man's collar with disgust, turned around and took out something from the cabinet, and put it on Xue Yu's overly white palm: "I'll go to Uncle Zhou."

"I may be back very late. Take these silver coins to the market to buy lunch."

Xue Yu held the silver coins and nodded: "I understand."

After giving this instruction, Ning Yao hooked the man's collar again and dragged him out. He had a muscular figure only when he took off his clothes. He didn't look very strong on the outside, but when he lifted him up, the man could only stagger and follow him.