"Bojing. Look at me already," Lihua tried to console him.
Back in their room, Lu Bojing was curled into a ball. He fiercely trembled as he cried, burying his face in his knees. Qingqing, who sat beside him, nudged his arm with her nose.
Why is this human crying again?
Lu Bojing sniffled. "W-what did I do…? I-I talked to Boss like that...I rebelled...Boss must be so furious at me."
His face looked ghostly as if somebody had drained all the colors from it.
"How can I t-talk to my benefactor like this…? He-he brought me home, he fed me, he taught me...E-Even though he is scary, he still took care of me…" Lu Bojing went into an endless cycle of mumbling and despair.
Zhao Weisheng was quite shocked to see him in this state. "Why are you crying? If your grandfather had been here, he would be so stunned. He was a very fierce man. You are completely opposite," he chuckled.
