Master

The man behind them was deathly pale, his eyes tiny as bean-oil lamps. When Yang Yun turned around, his heart blossomed with joy. He could not help grinning, exposing two thin, long front teeth, his eyes gleaming as he stared at Yang Yun.

Yang Yun flashed to Lu Changwen's side, disgust churning in her heart.

Lu Changwen did not want to stir up more trouble, especially after Yang Yun had pinched his back several times. Cupping his fists, he said, "Pardon the disturbance, sir. Please forgive us." Then he turned with Yang Yun to leave.

"Hold it. I did you such a huge favor, and you cannot even say thank you?" The rat-eyed man's voice was shrill and sinister, making people deeply uncomfortable.

Lu Changwen was about to step out of the room when he forcibly stopped himself. Turning around, he said, "On such a dark and windy night, I came here under cover of darkness to get some food, but failed to see you. This shows that you are a master of your generation. Please forgive me."

"Easy, easy. You kid do have some, ah, self-black awareness." Hearing Lu Changwen speak so smoothly, the rat-eyed man's urge to show off immediately surged.

Lu Changwen cupped his fists. "That is self-awareness, not self-black awareness."

Before his words had even faded, the rat-eyed man's voice turned abruptly cold. "I say black is black, and I say white is white. Have you never heard the principle of 'what you yourself do not fish, do not impose upon fish'?" A glint flashed through his eyes.

"What you yourself do not desire—"

"Enough! You dare look down on me!"

Lu Changwen had only spoken half the phrase when the rat-eyed man cut him off with a furious roar. With a smack, he was slapped