The young man realized that these people were here to take him away. He said kindly, "This person is quite strange. He doesn't look clean either. Why don't we wrap him up in a bedsheet and take him away?"
"…"
Did he think he was funny!
However, it was indeed quite funny.
Xing Jiuan's little fan smiled. This bright and handsome boy's eyes were filled with smiles.
"Alright, thank you."
"It's no trouble. It's no trouble at all." The young man waved his hand. "There are sheets here. I saw that he hasn't moved for a long time. You guys can just go ahead."
The man lying on the bed heard these insulting words and felt like they treated him as an object. They even wanted to wrap him in a bedsheet…
"You…" he said in a hoarse voice, his eyes filled with hatred. "Will you… respect… your elders?"
He was in his 40s, not old, but…
"Are you even human?" Xing Jiuan's underling replied without hesitation.
