"Please, I'm begging you. Could you go inside?"
"Otherwise, just sit there and read your book quietly. Could you stop talking to me?"
Gu Minglou looked at Wen Yuan beside him and felt like strangling him.
After Chen Changan and Mu Yunyao began cultivating, Wen Yuan came out of the carriage and sat beside Gu Minglou.
At first, Gu Minglou didn't pay him much attention. After all, Wen Yuan was busy reading.
But then came the first "why," and things quickly spiraled out of control.
At the beginning, Gu Minglou had even proudly shown off, especially when he saw how eagerly Wen Yuan sought his instruction. It made Gu Minglou feel quite pleased with himself.
But he just couldn't take Wen Yuan's endless stream of "whys."
As time went on, even Gu Minglou started to buckle under the pressure.
"Why do you want me to go inside?"
"Why won't you let me talk to you?"
"Is it because you can't answer my questions anymore?"
"Is it because you've started not understanding my questions either?"
"Why?"
Gu Minglou fought the urge to strangle Wen Yuan and took a deep breath, trying to calm his temper.
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Was there something wrong with what I just said?"
"Shut up."
"Why should I shut up?"
"Talking is my right."
Gu Minglou's gaze was now blazing with fury as he looked at Wen Yuan.
Gu Minglou raised his fist and glared fiercely at Wen Yuan. "Have you ever seen a fist as big as a sandbag?"
"What's a sandbag?"
"Why should a fist be as big as a sandbag?"
"Damn it..."
"Why are you using such foul language?"
"Fuck, I can't take this anymore."
Gu Minglou stopped the carriage, grabbed Wen Yuan, and yanked him out.
"Either die or shut up."