Cheng Yao: "I won't touch the so-called love!"
One night
Cheng Jiahui: "You brat, didn't you say you wouldn't touch the so-called love?"
Cheng Yao hugged Cheng Jiahui's legs with tears in his eyes, "Oh dad! I beg you to help me! I really like her, has she poisoned me?"
Intention: Dead wood flourishes