Suddenly, he was hit on the head by a stick. Lu Xiangdong was a little dumbfounded by the pain. The old man shouted,""You're looking for death, aren't you? xiaoche and I don't want to die even if you want to."
"Dad, dad ... Can you not hit my head? I'm a little dizzy, and my ... My hands are shaking ... I didn't want this to happen ..."
He was mainly afraid. When he thought about the torture he would face when he got home, he was very afraid.
Lu xiuche watched from behind, his face expressionless, with a cold smile on his lips. Of course, he knew why Lu Xiangdong's hands were trembling, but he believed that when they returned, he would tremble even more.
There were several times when Lu Xiangdong wanted to admit his mistake to old Lu, but when he looked up and saw his father's dark face in the rearview mirror, Lu Xiangdong was dumbfounded. He didn't even have the courage to speak.
