Even his father shot him a glare. "Stop fooling around!"
"Come on; don't be a sore loser! Quickly hold hands now, or else I'll think of another fun and interesting punishment for you guys. Do you prefer that?"
The boy was practically outrightly threatening them.
At the thought of some sort of terrifying punishment brewing in Youyou's little head, the two men exchanged looks of disdain then gritted their teeth and stretched their hands.
The moment their fingertips made contact, though, Mu Yazhe pulled his back in revulsion, saying, "How disgusting."
Just the thought of holding another man's hand gave him goosebumps; what more if he did it for real?
Gong Jie's lips twitched when he heard what his brother-in-law had said. Wearing an equally frosty expression on his face, he spat, "The cheek you've got to say that! If it weren't for you, we wouldn't be going through this torturous punishment now."
