Gong Lingtuo ran over and took the girl into his arms, "What's wrong?"
Jia Xuan cried, "My butt…"
"What happened to your butt?"
"Got bitten by a snake."
Gong Lingtuo's face suddenly clouded over; being bitten by a snake is no joke, especially if it's venomous, it could be serious.
Without another word, he immediately sat her on a large rock, letting her lie over his legs, and pulled her pants down to her knees, searching for any snake bite marks.
But there were no marks at all, her skin was perfectly clean.
Gong Lingtuo realized he'd been tricked again.
When she was little, she loved playing this kind of game, always teasing him; she'd laugh like a two-hundred-pound fatty every time she saw him worrying helplessly over her.
But he never learned from it, even though he knew she always tricked him, every time he still got nervous, because he cared too much, afraid that one day it wouldn't be a joke and she'd actually be in danger.
