"Oh my god!"
Sang Chuan, standing to the side, was also startled.
Instead of stepping forward to help, he acted like someone enjoying the chaos and even gave Shen Yi a lousy suggestion.
"Yiyi, you can't reason with someone drunk and out of control. The best solution is to knock them out and drag them away."
Shen Yi cast an indescribable glance at Sang Chuan, then stepped forward again to grab Mr. Shen. "Dad, let's go home!"
"Hey, Xiao Shen, what's your problem?" Sang Youming rushed forward, grabbing Shen Yi by the collar. The three of them were once again entangled.
"Your uncle is your elder—you have to listen to your elders!"
Sang Youming practically stuck his face onto Shen Yi's, the overpowering stench of alcohol forcing Shen Yi to crane his head backward in avoidance.
The veins on Shen Yi's forehead twitched slightly—why was Sang Ning's father so difficult?
After struggling to trick them out of the villagers' house, why couldn't he trick them away any further?
