Night.

XX Hotel.

Luxury suite.

On the bed.

I and Yu Qiang looked at each other, affectionate and in agreement, but lasting agreement must eventually end:

"Buddy, let's make it clear, I didn't touch your girlfriend."

Yu Qiang pinched his brow:

"You... are amazing!"

I directly did a kip-up:

"Buddy, to solve your worries once and for all, I'll help you this time!"

Yu Qiang looked at me, his face uglier than constipation.

I rushed out of the room, grabbed Yang Lili who hadn't gone far, and knelt down, kowtowing like crazy:

"Sis, I'm just a fool, don't date me, I kowtow to you!"

Yang Lili looked at me in shock, and Yu Qiang came out and dragged me away.

Yang Lili also pinched her brow:

"I never want to see you two idiots again in my life!"

Yu Qiang said I was retaliating, I bluntly told him:

"Yes, it's retaliation. Good cabbage must not be let by pigs unless this pig is me!"

Yu Qiang left after a harsh remark.

Just when I was feeling pleased with myself, a big problem arose - Yu Qiang also went crazy!

But he seemed to have gone a bit too far and was directly taken to the hospital for a check-up.

According to my own mother's account, it was something like this:

"This child, I don't know what's gotten into him, as soon as he got home, he said he was Sun Wukong."

"He even asked me to call him Sun Dasheng, and when I did, he said 'Grandpa is here!'"

"His dad was so angry he wanted to hit him, he just took off his pants, and when his dad slapped him, he sprayed feces."

"A 360-degree no-dead-angle kind, like a human-shaped feces sprayer."

"Finally, he calmed down for a while, but at dinner, this child insisted on having hotpot with the taste of snail noodles."

"Then he directly threw his dad's socks into the pot."

"When he was taken to the hospital, the doctor said he had never seen six pairs of socks in a stomach X-ray in his life."

I swallowed and asked my own mother:

"And then?"

My mother sighed:

"The enema wasn't strong enough, now they're using a leather scraper to pull it out!"

I glanced into the room, where Yu Qiang was bent over, a tube inserted behind him, a leather scraper in his mouth, his eyes rolled back.

I instinctively said:

"Won't this kill him?"

My mother thought for a moment:

"If he dies, he dies, his dad and I are still young..."

I:

"..."