"Second Master, the doctor said you shouldn't talk." Ma Liu patted his back to help him breathe.
Huo Tu's face was flushed from holding his breath. His left cheek was swollen like a steamed bun, and he'd even lost a few molars. He had never been so humiliated in his life. He slammed a fist into the sand, his voice garbled and halting. "What... Ye... Ye Qianning... father, Ye..."
Ma Liu held Huo Tu down. "Second Master, don't talk, I get it. This Miss Ye is really strange. That last man said he was her father, and this Beili man also says he's her father. Just how many fathers does she have? Could it be a case of mistaken identity, someone with the same name?"
Huo Tu nodded emphatically. They had taken this beating for nothing.
"Damn it... Ye... Qian... nngh... nngh... HISS..."
"Second Master, calm down, calm down."
Huo Feng, who was sitting nearby, had a grim expression. "Second Uncle, you should stop talking."
