Early one morning, Chu Hao was still sound asleep. He was truly exhausted from yesterday, even spitting up blood.
Outside, the voice of the old Dean came, "Little Maozi, Liu Zhenqiang and his dad are looking for you."
Reluctantly getting up, Chu Hao, wearing only a pair of underwear, opened the door and poked his head out. "Old Dean, ask them to wait a bit, will you?"
"You, young man, what were you up to last night? The Dragon King Temple was actually demolished. Now the whole town is stirred up," the old Dean said with concern.
"It's nothing."
After washing up, Chu Hao lazily came out to the courtyard. He saw Liu Zhenqiang hurriedly approaching him. By Liu Zhenqiang's side was an old man, almost sixty years old, who was Liu Zhenqiang's father.
Liu Zhenqiang, afraid Chu Hao wouldn't save him, had brought his own father along.
Liu Zhenqiang's father said, "Little Maozi, Grandpa Liu watched you grow up. Xiaoqiang told me you could save him. You have to lend a hand."
