Zhu Hongyun's tears fell like beads off a broken string as she sobbed, and Tong Erlang's head throbbed from her crying, "Alright, alright, alright, I'll run this errand for you."
"However, I can't guarantee anything will come of it, as I can't even set foot in the manor's threshold right now."
Thinking about the way Tong Sanlang had treated him earlier, Tong Erlang sighed deeply.
His fate was truly hard, running into such a heartless brother; a mere fraction of his abundant wealth would be enough to feed and clothe him, yet he was utterly stingy with it.
Alas!
He wanted to cry too.
Tong Erlang, wanting so much to cry, used the excuse that Zhu Hongyun had an upset stomach, saying he needed to visit Doctor Wu.
Tong Tiehu didn't think much of it and waved him off to go.
Leaving the house, Tong Erlang didn't head for Doctor Wu's but made a beeline for the manor instead.