The three of them acted as if they were visiting each other's homes. Even the dog kept at the Jiang family's door recognized the three ghosts, whimpering a couple of times but not daring to bark out.

Laifu was very satisfied with the dog's food and tossed over a sour candy that he didn't particularly like.

"yue..." The watchdog curled its tongue, licked it into its mouth, and then hid by the door to vomit.

"Are you crazy? You even bully dogs?" Little Pink Butterfly shook her head and said, "You really aren't human!"

“I wasn’t,” Laifu shrugged. “Besides, how was I supposed to know this dog was picky?”

"If you don't like it, how can it like it?" Master Cui slipped through the Jiang family's gate and went inside.

In just three days, Jiang Yongqiang seemed to have completely withered away, lost several pounds, his cheeks became sunken, and his eyes bulged out.

He now has nightmares every night and is terrified. He can't even wake up after wetting the bed, and he has a foul smell all over his body.

He refused to let the old women serve him, so he could only pull the petty thugs he usually hung out with to serve him.

But these people also had noses, and they were unwilling to draw a ticket to Jiang Yongqiang, who was covered in stench.

Jiang Yongqiang was both angry and annoyed, but there was nothing he could do. He was as irritable as a guinea pig, and would explode at the slightest provocation. He even beat up several people because of this.

Jiang Yongqiang shared a similar plight with his father, Old Master Jiang.

Master Jiang has not shared a room with Madam Jiang for many years, but ever since the news of him beating that concubine yesterday spread, no concubine in the mansion has been willing to share a room with him.