Zhou Shengdian got up from the ground, his dark and bruised face slowly returning to normal.
His neck was a mix of blue and purple, with lips terribly blackened.
After getting up, Zhou Shengdian still looked at Tang Rao, his eyes not showing hatred, but confusion and puzzlement, even a bit of grievance.
Just like the sullen look of a child after being beaten.
Tang Rao frowned with some helplessness. If Zhou Shengdian had shown hatred, that would have been somewhat better. But from his eyes, there was no hint of malice at all, not even a little bit.
"Brother, if you want to kill me, I have no complaints, but then, I won't be able to run errands for you anymore," Zhou Shengdian said.
Tang Rao: "..."
You frickin' still have the guts...
"Zhou Shengdian, do you find this amusing?" Tang Rao asked, looking at Zhou Shengdian. Honestly speaking, his patience was truly running out.
