"Zhengguo, what are you doing?" The servant who was hit on the head hadn't fainted; she touched her head and found it was bleeding.
"Xiao He, we've served the old master for over a decade. He won't live much longer anyway. It's better to go to Nirvana sooner rather than living in such pain."
Xiao Zheng and Xiao He were both the old man's servants.
They had been tending to the old man side by side for about ten years now.
Both of them had come to Tang Zhengguo's home since they were about ten years old.
The little girls of the past had now grown into graceful young women.
Xiao He and Xiao Zheng, both were street orphans whom the old man had taken in.
"You, Xiao He, who made you do this? Was it Yang Yuan?" Xiao He asked loudly.
"I'll tell you, it was Yang Yuan who asked me to do it. He promised me five million if the old man could pass away this time. With that five million, I no longer need to be a servant; I can enjoy my own life," Xiao Zheng said dreamily.
