When Yun Yu fell to the ground, his eyes were dull and lifeless, as if his soul had left his body.
His uncle's kick seemed to have brought him back to his senses. Yun Yu rolled over and crawled as he grabbed his uncle's pants. His already pale and thin face looked even weaker. His eyes widened in fear as he shouted repeatedly, "Uncle, no, Uncle! Please save me; please help me. I can't be chased away."
More sweat appeared on Mr. Wu's face. He could not be bothered to wipe it off with his handkerchief. He carefully looked at Su Ming's expression and did not see any signs of displeasure on his face. Only then did he mop it up with his handkerchief. He looked at his nephew, who was begging him, lying prostrate on the ground; his gaze was icy and filled with repugnance, as if he was looking at an enemy.
Chu Ning and Yan Shen did not like Yun Yu, but his uncle did not look like a good person either. He probably would not save Yun Yu.
