Old Gu always had the urge to beat Zhou Bo to death, especially when the other party had a mocking smile on his face. He was in a half-rotten state of aging, and he even stared at him as if he was looking at a bad boy, treating him as a junior.
“I have to admit that back then, you had Li Li’s protection, and now you’ve found a little monster. From a certain perspective, this negative example of yours isn’t too bad.”
What kind of person was old Gu? When he heard Zhou Bo squeezing him once again, he immediately transformed into a big spitter. His spittle flew in all directions as he directly spat.
