The Young Man’s Armor and... Tusks!

"Are you really alright?"

Li Yao felt that Li Jialing's soul at this moment was like a shaking plaza that was about to collapse abruptly, and inside the plaza were countless crystal bombs that would explode at first touch. With cold sweat pouring off his head, he continued comforting the young man considerately, "I know that such a family ethical drama must be too hard for you to accept for the time being. Why don't I stall your uncle first so that you can burst into tears and wail hysterically for a while?"

"… That will be unnecessary."

Li Jialing took a deep, deep, deep breath.

Li Yao seemed to hear every muscle and every nerve inside the young man's body being stretched so tightly that even his bones were about to be minced apart before they were gradually relaxed one after another.

The young man calmed down.

It was quite a creepy, if not terrifying, feeling.