"Brother Muo, I'll help you pick out the braised pork when you come back…"
Before Qin Manman could finish her sentence, Muo Huangnian had already walked out, his steps swift, as if… fleeing in panic.
In this life, he had committed many cruel acts, murder and arson, seizing and bullying, ruthless to achieve his goals at any cost, and had also experienced the most downtrodden, hellish life.
But at no moment had he ever wanted to escape like at this moment. Before, no matter how bitter or difficult, he had never shrunk back or avoided anything.
But looking at them, at the young Duan Qingyi and Qin Manman, their intimate laughter and joy, Muo Huangnian felt he couldn't bear to watch… not even listen to a single word.
The fact that there could be scenes he couldn't bear to watch or listen to, Muo Huangnian thought mockingly, in these eighteen years of living in agony, he thought he couldn't feel more pain.
He didn't expect that there could be an even greater pain, ha.
