"Psht, you should thank the tree branch above your head, otherwise you'd probably be mush by now." Looking at Liu Mou's disheveled appearance, Little Yao said disdainfully.
"Ouch, granny, I'm all bruised and battered, can't you say something nice and give me a little comfort? I'm feeling terrible right now." Liu Mou said with an innocent look.
"Fine, fine, fine, hurry along, there's lots to do and little time. How much time will you have to squeeze out tomorrow?" Little Yao sighed helplessly, looking at Liu Mou then, her heart filled with disappointment.
Liu Mou listened, and suddenly remembered what the old man had said. He suppressed the pain in his heart, propped himself up using the ground and struggled to stand, his face set with determination, "I'm meant to do great things, how can I let a little setback bring me down? Next year, I'll make everyone look at me with admiration!" Having said that, Liu Mou strode forward.