Wen Ying tilted her head and glanced at him as if he were an idiot, but she remained silent.
'Afternoon tea is more important than dealing with these morons right now.'
"I'm talking to you! Are you deaf or mute?! You know, with an attitude like that, you'd have been killed a million times over by now! Don't make me do this the hard way!"
"Where is that fly coming from?"
AAAAAAAGH!
The foul-mouthed man's upper and lower lips were now pierced through by a chopstick thrown by Wen Ying!
His lips looked as if they'd been nailed together. Wen Ying dusted her hands off in disgust, her voice chillingly low. "Mr. Zhao, if you're trying to intimidate me, you'd be wise to leave now. I have a rather short temper."
The man writhed on the ground in pain, wanting to pull the chopstick out but not daring to.
'What if I bleed to death right here?'
