"Oh, give me a break." Hearing Li Baoyu trying to rope his brother into another scheme, Zhao Jun quickly cut in, "Ruhai can barely even walk. Don't go tormenting him again."
The other day, Li Ruhai had secretly followed Zhao Jun and Li Baoyu up the mountain and gotten a sound thrashing from Li Dayong for it. He was bedridden for days.
"So if you're short on cash, what are you gonna do about the dog?" Li Baoyu's eyes widened. "Bro, you're not planning on backing out of the deal, are you?"
Zhao Jun shook his head. 'It's not like I can just stiff Wang Dalong,' he thought, but said aloud, "It's fine. I'll ask my mom for the money when I get home."
"Your mom..." Li Baoyu hesitated for a moment before continuing, "She's just like my mom. Once money goes into their pockets, it never comes back out."
"What are you talking about!" Zhao Jun's eyes crinkled into slits as he grinned, but he retorted, "Don't talk nonsense. Have you been drinking?"
