In an instant, Pei Cichu clutched his scalp in pain and said, "Uncle Chao, why did you pull my hair?"
Liang Bingchao curled his lips and said, "I didn't, it's just that I saw a dirty thing on it, wanted to help you remove it, did I hurt you by accident?"
Hearing this, Pei Cichu let it go, and since the pain from pulling hair felt like an ant bite, it didn't bother him much.
He generously waved his hand, "Forget it, forget it, as the emperor, I won't hold a grudge against a petty person, I forgive you."
Listening to how Pei Cichu spoke like this.
Nearly forty and always serious, Liang Bingchao almost laughed out loud.
The marks of time on his face, after going through many things with the Liang Family, facing this mischievous kid who made one's heart tremble with affection, he felt an indescribable fondness.
Of course, thinking of his father, and his father's sworn brothers at home, second uncle, third uncle, fourth uncle, fifth uncle, sixth uncle, and others...
