Liu Zhizhong reacted quickly, directly embracing him in a big hug and covering Wen Bao's mouth.
Under his strong hold, Wen Bao struggled, murmuring in his throat, shaking his head, tears rolling down his eyes.
At this moment, the once underground king of Southeast Asia was no longer a strongman, but just a child evoking deep sorrow!
A child who left home for too long and finally saw his living mother!
He and Liu Zhizhong thought their mother had been buried in a landslide and had already cried once.
Now, seeing their mother still selling pancakes, how could they not be excited?
This excitement, can it be described in words?
No, it's simply indescribable...
Even though he struggled, Liu Zhizhong still dragged him into a darker alley.
Outside the alley, people were whispering!
"Hey, did you see that? A guy dragged another guy into that dark alley!"
"What did you say? This kind of thing happened? Impossible, maybe you saw it wrong?"
