Lu Shiran was startled by Lu Zhanxing's roar, and the knife in his hand trembled uncontrollably.
If you didn't look carefully, you might have thought he was about to slit his wrists again.
Seeing this, Lu Zhanxing was so frightened that he felt he had lost his soul.
He rushed over quickly, snatched the knife from Lu Shiran's hand, and tossed it aside.
Then, he grabbed Lu Shiran's wrist.
With a twist.
Before Lu Shiran could react to what happened, he was pressed down on the sofa by Lu Zhanxing.
Immovable.
Completely dumbfounded.
The person holding him down continued to scold him, "You're a grown man, how can you be so useless? I really overestimated you!"
Lu Shiran thought to himself, doesn't he know that you can't say a man is useless!
Where was he useless? He didn't believe it… the bed... ugh, ugh.
Lu Shiran shivered, almost disgusted to death by his own thoughtless idea.
