"How can his leg be compared to mine," Su Yixiao said coldly.
"Little brother, let it go. Old Eight's leg isn't really injured," Patriarch Tao hurriedly said. His way of addressing Su Weifeng had changed, going from 'kid' to 'little brother', for he dared not accept the Su Family's money and hastily tried to smooth things over.
"Ouch, my leg, it hurts..." Tao Zijian suddenly collapsed on the chair behind him, clutching his leg and yelling, but his voice was so loud that it didn't sound like he was in pain at all.
Su Weifeng smiled. This Tao Zijian was indeed an interesting fellow, no wonder he got along well with Tao Tao.
Patriarch Tao had a face full of dismay. Right after he had finished saying that Old Eight's leg was fine, this brat was already applying eye drops on me, and not just a drop but a whole bottle, squeezing me to death.
"Yeah, how can his leg compare to yours. If your man injured one of his legs, I would have to break both of your legs to even things out."