"Why should I run?" Wang Dadong hadn't reacted yet.
"I'll kill you, you little bastard!" An enraged voice came from behind.
Wang Dadong turned his head, only to see Chu Manhe's father running toward him with a kitchen knife.
Oh my!
Wang Dadong had no choice but to take off running again.
"Uncle Chu, don't do this..." Mo Xiaoxiao hurried to stop Chu Manhe's father.
"Don't stop me, let me chop this little bastard to death!"
"No, Uncle Chu, if you chop him to death, wouldn't Manhe become a widow!"
The middle-aged man finally calmed down.
Although Wang Dadong had made his daughter's belly swell, which enraged him, but if his daughter became a widow...
Right, it can't be that easy for him!
...
In the afternoon, Wang Dadong met Chu Manhe's father again.
Fortunately, the other party was no longer trying to chop him.
Wang Dadong, Mo Xiaoxiao, Chu Manhe, and Chu Manhe's parents were in a restaurant's private room.
