Being able to bend or stretch is exactly what Young Uncle is all about.
Tang Chuxia and Madam Tang just saw Young Uncle go soft in seconds when Young Aunt picked him up.
"How could that be, Cui Xiang! We should talk this over nicely!"
Young Uncle pleaded with a face full of supplication.
Young Aunt, quite satisfied, slowly put him back on the ground and even kindly patted the dirt off his body.
"Damn it, everyone listens to you!" Young Aunt said as she gently punched Young Uncle with her sandbag-like fist, causing him to plop down on the ground.
Young Aunt quickly picked him up again.
She frantically checked him from head to toe, only relaxing after confirming he wasn't injured.
At this point, Young Uncle had lost all will to live, becoming completely wooden.
Not far away, Tang Chuxia and Madam Tang were tightly pinching their thighs, afraid to let out a laugh; they reckoned they would be resented by Young Uncle later.
