It was really depressing, even Han Cihui himself felt that his existence was very miserable. But he didn't want to leave. So he just stayed there like a scoundrel. "I'm not leaving! Third Brother, I have no one left to talk to."
"Cihui, I still have to work! There are so many documents I need to approve. Do you want everyone to be buried and starve to death together with you?"
Han Cihui felt wronged, but he refused to leave. In front of Han Yuanjun, he was like an immature child. He looked at Han Yuanjun with reddened eyes. "Third Brother, I feel very uncomfortable ...."
He raised his hand and pointed to his chest. "It hurts here!"
"You deserve to die from the pain!" Han Yuanjun was really frustrated with Han Cihui. "You won't leave, right? Fine, I will leave if you don't!"
"Third Brother, don't! Accompany me a little longer. Let's chat for five more minutes." Han Cihui stood up and held onto Han Yuanjun, refusing to let go of him no matter what.
