"Long Xiliang, if you break my stuff again, I'll kick you out!"
Zhou Qi heard Lu Xiaoyou shouting through the computer.
With his fist lowered, Long Xiliang looked like a child who had done something wrong, blinking helplessly as he looked at Lu Xiaoyou.
To Long Xiliang now, Lu Xiaoyou's words felt like the sky collapsing.
He didn't know how to make amends; he didn't want to be kicked out by Lu Xiaoyou.
His eyes were overflowing with painful emotion, his throat was blocked, and he couldn't speak a word.
The memory loss brought him, among other things, a language barrier.
The man moved to the other side of the bed, and Lu Xiaoyou saw him sit on the bed, bend down, pick up the chain, and lock his own foot.
Then he looked at Lu Xiaoyou with a tense expression...
By locking himself up, Lu Xiaoyou wouldn't be able to kick him out.
"Lu, Miss Lu, please don't be hard on the Family Head..." Zhou Qi said softly through the iPad:
