He and Shang Tian had been playing together since they were toddlers, so he was more familiar with Shang Tian than Su Qian was.
Similarly, Shang Tian was extremely familiar with him.
He was 100% certain that Shang Tian wouldn't look at him with that murderous gaze.
Even if it were ten basins of water, let alone one, Shang Tian wouldn't want to kill him.
Although the idea was absurd, the mosquito thought about it and still tied Shang Tian to the tree with a rope, and then... splashed him with a basin of water.
Shang Tian woke up again, and the way he looked at the mosquito...
Oh no, he didn't even look at the mosquito. He just looked at Su Qian on the ground with a worried expression, then gritted his teeth and scanned the yard. Finally, his gaze fell on the mosquito. "Why didn't you have someone carry A Qian back to her room?"
Do you know how cold the ground is?
His voice was sinister, but Mosquito stared at him for a long time before finally letting out a sigh of relief. This was Shang Tian.
It was Shang Tian, whom he knew well.
Mosquito thought for a moment and asked, "Young Master, may I hold A-Qian?"
He wouldn't let go of Shang Tian until Su Qian woke up.
In this village, the person he trusted most was Su Qian; he couldn't trust anyone else.
They served Shang Tian because he had food and supplies, and he couldn't guarantee they would believe him or side with the stranger.
Therefore, he could only wait for Su Qian to wake up.
Once she wakes up, everything will be fine.
Shang Tian nodded silently. Mosquito was his good brother and had no other thoughts about Su Qian. There must be a reason why he sent so many messages.
Mosquito took a deep breath, settled Su Qian into a chair, and then looked at Shang Tian, asking, "Young Master, do you remember... how old were you when you wet the bed?"
But the mosquito got stuck halfway through the question. If he actually asked it, would the young master beat him to death?
Or, how about we change the subject?
Is there anything more private than this topic?
"Speak your mind," Shang Tian's calm voice came.
The mosquito took a deep breath and asked, "Young master, do you remember how old I was when I used to wet the bed?"
If you can't ask the young master, ask him instead.
Shang Tian gave him a strange look and said, "Seven years old."
The mosquito froze. "Heh, young master, how could I...?"
"You forgot?"
"How could I forget? How could I wet the bed at my age? You must be mistaken."
He absolutely refused to admit it.
Shang Tian glanced at him indifferently and said, "Have you forgotten that I was the one who discovered it that day?"
Mosquito covered his face, picked up Su Qian and said, "Young Master, I'll take A-Qian to find a doctor first." After saying that, he ran out, as if he had completely forgotten that Shang Tian was still tied up by him.
After leaving the hospital, he held Su Qian in his arms, but didn't know where to go.
What should he do?
That person was not Shang Tian at all.
Shang Tian has disappeared. Who can he talk to about such a strange thing?
If the other party releases Shang Tian, there is no one in this village who can defeat him. How can the villagers survive?
Moreover, that rope probably won't hold him for very long.
Names flashed through his mind, but none of them were ones he could fully trust. Suddenly, he thought of Peng San; perhaps Peng San had a solution.
He carried Su Qian and ran out of the village, arriving at the Peng residence. He pounded on the door frantically, shouting, "Peng San, open the door! Open the door quickly!"
The gatekeeper, seeing it was him, opened the door and let him in. "Master Mosquito, I'll go and inform you right away."
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