Lin Zheyuan rubbed his forehead in distress, uncertain of what to do.
Allowing that thing to continue rampaging through the neighborhood was indeed a big problem.
But they truly had no way to deal with that thing right now, which made Lin Zheyuan worry so much his hairline seemed to be receding.
Although Bing He's comment about Miao Xinyi remarrying seemed like a joke to others, Lin Zheyuan couldn't take it as one. He didn't want Qian Xiaoxiang to use it to mock him.
The reason Bing He insisted on being called by his nickname was that his real name wasn't very impressive.
So, apart from Lin Zheyuan, who didn't get along with him, few people addressed Bing He by his real name.
As Lin Zheyuan was steeped in worry, a voice came from behind him.
"Let me do it. These old bones of mine should still be of some use."
