Chapter Eighty: Whose Young Lady

This man is truly stubborn, Tang Luo shakes his head.

Although his interaction with Tu Tong hasn't been long, he could see that the gruff warrior before him is actually a simple man, even somewhat impulsive.

Telling his master that he wanted to live a life on the run and requesting the termination of his contract, is that something an ordinary person could do?

It could only be said that the strapping man in front of him was particularly trusting in himself, which made Tang Luo feel it was necessary to prevent him from doing something irretrievably foolish.

"As your master, I command you to tell me everything from the beginning to the end. Afterward, I will consider whether to release you from the contract." Tang Luo's words left no room for negotiation.

Tu Tong hung his head low, humiliation and madness swirling in his eyes. When he lifted his head again, he was full of determination: "The hatred of wife snatching is unbearable."