"Hey, hey!" Yao Beikun was terrified, and he called out loudly to Abiao, "Don't go, help me up."
Abiao burst out laughing.
Just as I thought. An overweening kid who still smells like milk.
Presumably, the reason Brother Xiao Ye brought him along to see for himself was to dampen the kid's enthusiasm.
He grabbed Yao Beikun and strode forward. Saying he was "helping" was really just dragging him along. Yao Beikun was utterly dissatisfied, yelling and causing a ruckus all the way to the car, where he finally calmed down.
Sitting in the car, Yao Beikun was still visibly displeased as he watched Abiao, full of discomfort.
"I'll take you back first, and you'd better not follow me out again," Brother Xiao Ye said, each word biting, to Yao Beikun.
"Why?" Yao Beikun roared.
"Haven't you seen enough?!" Xiao Ye's eyes tightened as he spoke fiercely, "Abiao, give him the hand that was just chopped off as a souvenir."
"Alright, I'll go pick it up right now."
