Refuge shelters are meant for everyone to use; they exist to provide a haven from disaster, not as a private sanctuary for any individual.
Yet, the middle-aged man still apologized to Mo Xing, leaving a very good impression.
"Uncle, what happened to you? Were you attacked by a wild beast?" Ye Ling asked.
The middle-aged man's eyes flickered upon hearing Ye Ling's words, seemingly evasive, and he simply smiled weakly, "Yes, we encountered a wild beast."
"Big brother! For the sake of money, are you willing to risk Huzi's life too? If we hadn't run into you, you and Huzi might have died by now!"
The middle-aged man stroking his beard yelled, while Huzi's father's face tightened slightly, growing much dimmer.
"Dad! Is my arm going to be useless from now on? It hurts so much!" Huzi clenched his teeth, his face flushed with pain.
