Chapter 8 — Did I Accidentally Tame the King of Hell in the Ph Family?

Just then the phone vibrates. This is the message Pho Bach Kieu sent me.

"Miss Lam, the company has something to do today, I won't go home. You can get off work directly, it's been hard."

I stared at that line of words. Ask Pho Anh:

“Every time Mr. Pho's mother goes looking for him, does he end up in the hospital?”

“How do you know?”

Pho Anh frowned, his fingertips tapped the steering wheel, his voice unhappy.

"At this age, if you do something wrong, Aunt Thu Uyen still uses that kind of violence as punishment!"

I look ahead.

“Tieu Anh, please take me to Mr. Pho's house.”

That's not true. He has long become the top of the Pho family's ecological chain. No one dares to punish him anymore. But Pho Bach Kieu is the type of person who will chew up the pain and swallow it, eventually cutting his own throat and stomach. He actively chose to be injured, using it to atone for his brother's death.

17

There was torrential rain. The car stopped downstairs, Pho Anh turned off the engine and did not leave.

“I'm waiting for you here.”

I lifted my feet and ran inside.

“Pho Bach Kieu!”

After learning that he was A Ky. I always couldn't help but associate him with that teenager who talked a lot, loved to laugh, and was optimistic. He should have looked like that. Large villa with no one. Until I stood in front of his bedroom door. The password panel lights up.

“Mr. Pho, are you in there?”

When we haven't lost contact yet. Every difficult moment to endure is overcome thanks to each other's company. He is afraid of rainy days. Always hide in the closet, hide yourself. After a long silence. A very soft response came from inside.

“I'm fine.”

“Miss Lam, would you mind going home first?”

In the voice there was trembling, self-pity and tears suppressed to the limit. I can hear it. But I have no stance to rush in.

"Mr. Pho, it's raining heavily, can you please take me home?"

“I'll tell... the driver to pick you up.”

His reaction was not correct. Such a tall, straight body shouldn't make such a small sound.

“Brother Pho?”

Gradually there was no more response. He is always polite and respectful, even on the verge of collapse, he will maintain his upbringing. I sent a message to Pho Anh.

“Do you know the password to Mr. Pho's room?”

Pho Anh replied:

“He said it was his birthday, but I tried it, it's not right.”

It's his birthday. Maybe I know. His brother died on his birthday. And I don't know my date of birth. Two people who don't celebrate their birthdays get together. Each arranged a date together. Made our new birthday. I took a step back, my finger hovering over the code pad, slowly not pressing down. If pressed. Pho Bach Kieu will know that I am the scammer who abandoned him that year. But. I can't watch him rot alone in the dark. I closed my eyes and pressed “0519”. The wardrobe door is tightly closed. A small red river meandered out.

“A Ky!”

I ran over and pulled the door open. The tall body curled up in the closet, eyes closed, as if returning to a warm palace, sleeping peacefully. Trembling hands searched for his pulse. So lucky. Still weakly exists.

“Youngest uncle!”

Pho Anh is also up. Seeing this scene, she panicked. I told her to call an ambulance, while I found a box of hemostatic medicine for Pho Bach Kieu. He still hasn't woken up. But the pulse gradually stabilized, no big deal. After giving get in the ambulance. Pho Anh took me with him to the hospital. On the way, I started to want to retreat. In a low voice, he said to Pho Anh:

“I found that pervert.”

18

“Huh? Really!”

I nodded, thinking I could confess to her a little, maybe she would help me beg. Pho Anh's voice was serious:

“That person is done, I secretly told you.”

She lowered her voice.

"My youngest uncle built a super large prison cell. I was vague with his general assistant so I heard it."

“Why?”

I didn't dare to think deeply, so I asked in a low voice.

“What else can I do, lock me up and torture me?”

"This is still the first time he's been so angry. Actually, I don't think it's as good as the tricks of the stepchildren in the family, but I feel like he's very serious."

I stammered:

“I… I feel the same way.”

“I'll tell you another secret.”

“Yes?”

“This time he was so angry because this pervert was the same scammer who tricked him before!”

“…”

I felt like I was struck by lightning. No wonder I keep feeling so unwell. Always felt like he had intentions, words in his words. As if looking at someone's face. Turns out he already knew my true face. Intentionally watch me perform. The sky has fallen. Pho Anh said:

“Why didn't you say anything?”

“Ah, I'm looking at this rabbit.”

She said "tsk tsk" twice.

“This is something I conveniently took from my youngest uncle's room, don't tell him.”

“But he was a rabbit fanatic. When I studied with him.”

"Every time he's unhappy, he buys rabbit-related things. I wonder how many rooms he's filled up."

“If he wasn't seriously allergic to rabbit fur, he would probably have opened a rabbit farming company.”

I raised my eyes.

"Didn't he used to raise rabbits? His name is Bao Bao."

The car drove into the underground garage. Pho Anh was skeptical.

“It seems there isn't.”

“He is allergic to most animal fur.”

"Bao Bao? My youngest uncle can't use such a soft way of addressing him."

The moment the car stops. She said:

“Ah, I remember, it's a homophone.”

“He has a sub-account on Weibo, the ID is Bao Bao Raising Guide. Probably raising rabbits online, wasn't it very popular a few years ago?”

"Every day he posts many articles, denouncing why rabbits are so cowardly. I find rabbits quite aggressive."

“Then I remember clearly, two years ago I got drunk at a bar and was taken away, you fought into the police station, my youngest uncle came to bail us out.”

"That night he suddenly went on a spam sub account and screamed, saying when would he be able to eat rabbits, cute and fragrant rabbits or something."

Pho Anh and I went into the elevator. Mow.

“I thought his source code was in conflict, his desire for food was fighting with his love for pets.”

“So I kindly gave him two boxes of instant spicy rabbit, he immediately blackmailed me overnight, and even cut off half of my investment in opening a company!”

“I really don't understand him!”

I don't understand either. Just know the day of death is coming.