Daming listened and gritted his teeth in anger. If this kid weren't a cash cow, he wouldn't have swallowed his anger.
Suppressing his fury, he asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"I want pizza, durian-flavored." Finally, Song Dabai couldn't resist adding another line, which made Daming so angry he almost spat blood.
Song Dabai secretly chuckled to himself.
Pizza places are all located on bustling commercial streets, making it easier for him to sneak away to a crowded place.
Thinking of this, a crafty gleam flashed in his bright black-and-white eyes.
But these bad guys weren't stupid. Daming didn't take Song Dabai out, instead, he had takeout delivered.
"Here, you little stinker, hurry up and eat." After throwing the pizza box into the room, Daming locked the door from the outside.
Song Dabai knitted his thin eyebrows into a frown and yelled, "My stomach hurts, I need to see a doctor. If you don't take me to the hospital, I'll die!"
Bam—
