Mo Qiu lowered his head and watched as Elder Gong struggled in his arms.
He gritted his teeth. It was simply ... I've lived long enough to see! He was actually hugging a disheveled old man and was even struggling in his arms as if he knew how to flirt, flirt with him.
"You think I want to?" Mo Qiu said.
He carried Elder Gong into the ward and suddenly thought of a plan. He couldn't care less about it and decided to throw Elder Gong into the Sickles and turn him over.
"You, you be careful, my waist." Elder Gong groaned in pain.
When mo Qiu heard this, he raised his hand and hit his butt a few times.""Be quiet, you're already so old, are you still afraid of pain?"
“…….”
Mo Yanchen walked in and wanted to say something.
Mo Qiu walked to the side, picked up the syringe, and walked up to Elder Gong. With a forceful tug, he stabbed the needle into his butt.
