Lei Tianming looked at him hesitantly and pushed him: "You were sixteen the year before last, if you continue messing around like this, even the community will have opinions."
Xu Dajun smiled wryly and lowered his head.
"Dajun, I'm telling you this sincerely as a brother. You can't live like a bum; we can't embarrass our younger siblings. Go to work, in the future, half of Maotou's medical expenses can be reimbursed."
Xu Dajun looked at the ants crawling on the ground, pinched them lightly, and they died. As Young Master Liang asked him to run an errand, he somewhat realized that if he continued down this path, he'd truly be dragged onto a pirate ship.
There's still time to escape now; in the future, it'll be necessary to run as soon as Maotou's condition stabilizes. But if there wasn't really no way out, how could he bear to leave Beijing?
