Bo Yanching held the fishing rod steady with one hand, while the fingers of his other hand cracked as he pressed them together.
He threatened, "Shut your mouth and keep your eyes to yourself, or else if a stone hits and blinds you, I'm not responsible."
Bo Qingshan took a huge gulp, almost choking himself.
So terrifying.
The old man was a terrifying love rival. Not only did he have the advantage of age, but he also posed a threat to his life.
How could Bo Qingshan miss this opportunity? He flopped weakly into Nan Jiaojiao's arms, "Sister Jiaojiao, I'm having such a hard time. You see the true face of Third Uncle now, right? It's not too late to turn back. Old sausage can never be as delightful as fresh meat. Look at me—ouch! Ah!!"
Nan Jiaojiao picked up an earthworm with her bare hands, the writhing bug just under Bo Qingshan's nose. His cries were even louder than before as Nan Jiaojiao disdainfully pushed his head away.
"Keep it down, or you'll scare the worm to death."
