The man grabbed her waist with one hand and wrapped his other hand around her knees. He picked her up and walked upstairs.
"Brother Shiting!" Yuan Junkun yelled. He wanted to follow him, but he was stopped by Old Yuan.
"Forget it." Old Yuan sighed. "You can't stop him."
"It's all that woman's fault!" Yuan Junkun clenched his fist.
"Even if it weren't for that woman, he wouldn't have been here forever." Old Yuan sounded melancholic. "We're not from the same world as him."
"How is it not the same world? Brother Shiting treated me very well before that woman showed up," Yuan Junkun argued.
Old Yuan knocked his head and glared at him. "You brat. Can you compare to that woman?"
"Didn't Brother Shiting forget her…" Yuan Junkun mumbled.
"So what if he forgot…" Old Yuan snorted. "For him, half a day with that woman is equivalent to three years of knowing us."
…
Ji Shiting carried the woman back to his room.
