"What are you doing!"
Lying on the ground, unable to move, Hao Chenggong screamed in horror.
"Heh, what are we doing? It's all because of you, you bastard. If it weren't for you, how would we have ended up like this?" Hao Huaiyi, clutching a cup and gritting his teeth, walked over to Hao Chenggong.
At the same time, Hao Huaiyi, with a terrified look in his eyes, glanced at Zhang Fan, "Young man, don't you dare let go, not at all, I'm about to make this bastard drink this cup of urine."
"Heh," Zhang Fan chuckled, stood up, turned the chair around, leaned on it, and looked at Hao Chenggong with a playful expression, speaking earnestly, "Even kindergarten kids know not to relieve themselves just anywhere. And here you are, in your thirties, and still so lowbrow.
You're supposed to be a big boss now!"
"Exactly, absolutely despicable," Hao Huaiyi quickly agreed, sweat dripping from his forehead. At that moment, he squatted down, pinched Hao Chenggong's mouth, and tilted the cup.
