"The master and madam both care about you very much."

Past memories surfaced and then gradually faded away, Ning Zheyuan suddenly uttered a sentence.

"Who? The two of them? Give me a break, they're just putting on an act for you. You don't need to say anything good about them in front of me. No one knows better than me whether they are qualified parents or not."

Xia Che shook his head; the mention of his parents made him angry.

What kind of parents act like this?

He just packed up and left for the country with his sister, without ever thinking of taking me with him.

Xia Che really didn't believe it. Even if there were some unspeakable secrets, was it really that difficult to buy himself a plane ticket after settling down abroad?

Or is it that the dignified head of the Xia family, the wealthy and powerful ruler of the Xia family, cannot even afford the expense of having an extra pair of chopsticks for himself?

Xia Che didn't believe the so-called hidden story at all.

The reason I told Cao Ying this was because I didn't want her to do anything foolish in a fit of anger, so I used this excuse to temporarily calm her down.

Xia Che knew exactly what had happened.

"The master also has his reasons..."

Ning Zheyuan sighed, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

It's true that he has been taking care of Xia Che since he was a child, and the two have a deep bond, but there are some things that Ning Zheyuan knows he absolutely cannot say.

No matter how much you love the young master, you absolutely cannot say these things.

If they hadn't spoken up, and Xia Che had continued to harbor hatred for the master and mistress, he might have been able to live a good life in China.

Telling him would only harm Xia Che.

But thinking of his master's predicament, Ning Zheyuan felt extremely agitated and couldn't help but sigh again.

"Alright, you don't need to try to sow discord between me. I don't want to discuss the topic of the two of them anymore. My opinion will not change; they don't deserve to be parents."

Xia Che waved his hand, turned his head to look at the group of thugs kneeling on the ground writing furiously, his eyes filled with a deep, unsettling light.

Seeing this, Ning Zheyuan didn't dare to persuade him any further and shook his head.

Xia Che's opinion will not change. Putting aside the fact that he has completely inherited the original body's memories, even from the perspective of an observer who just transmigrated into the body, the two of them are not qualified parents.

Since that's the case, what else is there to say?

As for whether there were any hidden reasons, Xia Che didn't care.

He has always believed that when faced with difficulties, one should speak directly; if one likes to speak in riddles or be a riddle teller, then one should pretend that nothing happened.

If you don't want to talk about it, then don't talk about it for the rest of your life.

"Brother Dao!"

After the two finished their conversation, the thugs finished writing their apology letter. The leader of the gang knelt on the ground, holding the thin paper in his hands. The pose looked somewhat comical, but it was clear from the cold sweat on the other party's forehead that the person in question did not think so.

Xia Che gave a light "hmm," took the paper, and found that although these people's handwriting was very ugly and crooked, they had written down everything he asked for, and there were all their signatures at the very end.

"Hmm...not bad."

Xia Che stroked his chin. Upon hearing this, the thugs' faces lit up with joy, but they quickly turned mournful again because of Xia Che's "but".

"I feel like something's missing..."

Xia Che frowned, picked up the paper and looked at it carefully. Suddenly his eyes lit up and he threw the paper back at him: "Since it's a vow, just writing it down doesn't feel very ceremonial. How about this, each of you put your thumbprint on it."

"ah?"

The thugs were dumbfounded: "Brother Dao... we can leave our fingerprints, but where are we going to get ink?"

After being tormented by Xia Che, the group stopped resisting and readily complied, fulfilling all of Xia Che's requests...

But surely the barbecue stall owner can't still have ink pads, right?

As it turns out, the barbecue stand wasn't a four-dimensional pocket; there really wasn't an inkpad there.

Moreover, it was so late, and the stationery stores had all closed early. It seemed that Xia Che's plan was about to fall through. Unexpectedly, in the eyes of the thugs, this person once again revealed a devilish smile.

"Even without inkpad, you can still leave your handprint..."

Xia Che smiled as he looked at the thug's finger.

Seeing this, the younger brother's face stiffened instantly. He clearly realized what Xia Che was talking about. He chuckled dryly and said, "Brother Dao, it can't be that serious, can it?"

"I'll only count to three."

Xia Che's smile remained unchanged.

"Brother Dao!"

The underling and the group of thugs exchanged glances, all seeing a hint of despair in each other's eyes.

Xia Che's meaning was quite clear: he wanted them to bite their fingers!

If you bite your finger and draw blood, you can use the blood to make a fingerprint...

But this self-harming method must be very painful no matter how you think about it, right?

"Broken leg or biting your finger, the choice is yours. My patience is limited."

Xia Che's smile deepened; clearly, he was more interested in the broken leg. Before he could finish speaking, he began counting down: "Three..."

"No...don't read! We'll bite, we'll bite, okay?!"

The thugs were truly devastated. They were usually the ones bullying others, but now, for the first time, they were experiencing what it felt like to be bullied.

There's absolutely no way to reason with them, and you can't resist them either. It's obvious they're determined to take you down...

With a determined effort, the group stamped their feet, leaving six bloody handprints at the bottom of the apology letter, where their signatures would have been.

Since they kept lowering their bottom line, they simply let go of all restraints. Even Wang Peng, who was beaten to a pulp on the ground and barely breathing after being delayed, had his thumb bitten off and forced to leave his fingerprint on it.

It has to be said that biting someone else's finger is more satisfying than biting your own; the group really felt a sense of the ancient blood oath ceremony.

I wonder what kind of complicated feelings Wang Peng will have after waking up...

"Yes, well done, I'm very satisfied."

Xia Che contentedly tucked the blood-stained apology letter into his pocket, planning to tell Jiang Yu later that he used inkpad when she asked...

This girl is quite timid.

Xia Che didn't want to scare her.

"Brother Dao... can we go now?"

The younger brother rubbed his hands together, smiled ingratiatingly, and asked cautiously.

If I didn't know I couldn't escape, I would have already turned and run away.

Who knows what strange and bizarre ideas Xia Che will come up with to torment people if I stay by his side?

"Don't rush me. Didn't you say you wouldn't let me leave when we came? Why are you in such a hurry now?"

Xia Che's smile grew even gentler, but to the thugs, this gentle smile was like a demon slowly spreading its terrifying wings...

"Gurgle..."

Some people couldn't help but swallow hard, their hearts filled with unease.