Gong Wuyou wanted to kick those two unrighteous guys. They were so damn annoying.
"He's my uncle.", Gong Wuyou had no choice but to explain since no one was standing up for him.
"I see." Chu Molin only stated two words, but didn't clarify what he meant.
"Take this, if you get robbed again, don't come to me." Chu Molin took out a bottle of pickles from the cabinet and handed it to Gong Wuyou.
"Wow, this is great, thank you." Gong Wuyou accepted it as if it was a treasure.
"Dignity." Chu Molin hardly wanted to see his fawning face.
"Yeah, he's indeed dignified." Fu Shuai chimed in.
