Zhao Ritian entered the room, utterly thrilled. "I'm here!"
Mo Zicheng turned his head, stunned. "Why is it you?"
Zhao Ritian said, "It's all the same! Huh? Where's the food? You ate it all!?"
Mo Zicheng covered his face gloomily. "That bastard Lu Chengwen..."
Then he looked at Zhao Ritian. "Get lost."
Zhao Ritian pointed at him. "Who the fuck are you talking to?!"
Mo Zicheng glared. "Get the hell out! Don't make me turn on you!"
"Holy shit!" Zhao Ritian said. "Turn on me, then! Even if Long Aotian's bastard self flips over, I'm not scared! Let's see whose turtle shell is tougher, yours or his!"
Mo Zicheng suppressed his rage. "A born idiot. You really are beyond saving."
Zhao Ritian narrowed his eyes and pointed at Mo Zicheng. "You called me an idiot?"
Mo Zicheng was so angry he laughed. "If you still need me to tell you that, then what I said just now wasn't insulting you."
"Wait a second!"
Zhao Ritian began calculating.
"If I still need you to tell me that, then what you said just now wasn't insulting me..."
Zhao Ritian started pondering.
"What that means is, what you said just now was insulting me."
"But I asked you, and you told me. So according to what you said, under these circumstances, what you said just now wasn't insulting me."
"But if it wasn't insulting me, then it was stating a fact. And the fact being stated is, 'I am a born idiot.'"
"Then you're still insulting me!"
Zhao Ritian looked at Mo Zicheng. "You're pretty devious, huh! Doing it like this... you insulted me without insulting me, but in the end you still insulted me. But if..."
Mo Zigui couldn't take it anymore. "Get out! Get out of here! Now!"
Zhao Ritian let