Zhou Sining finished in one breath, leaving Lu Yilin utterly stunned by the tongue-lashing.
All his life, when had he ever been anything but a pampered young master with people flocking around him?
This was the first time anyone had dared tear into him like that!
"Zhou Sining still can't match Mo Fan in a verbal fight..." Jiang Yu adjusted his glasses.
The Fiend God was still a softie at heart. Even with Lu Yilin asking for trouble like this, he had barely sworn at him.
If it had been Mo Fan, he would have dragged eight generations of Lu Yilin's ancestors out of their graves to flog them.
Zhao Manyan chuckled and nudged Jiang Yu with his elbow. "Believe me, if that fucker Lu Yilin dares talk back again, Zhou Sining will go straight to throwing punches."
"I believe it." Jiang Yu nodded like a chick pecking at grain.
Although Zhou Sining looked perfectly normal right now, without much of a temper, he was a Fiend God to his bones—the kind who would kill without hesitation!
If Zhou Sining wanted to get physical, he wouldn't bother reasoning with anyone.
Watching Lu Yilin's face alternate between red and white, Zu Jiming and the others gloated, secretly relieved that they hadn't run their mouths earlier.
Lu Yilin was an idiot, too. Ai Jiangtu had already gotten physical, yet he still dared keep yapping. Worse, he was a coward who couldn't afford to provoke Ai Jiangtu, so he went after Zhou Sining instead...
"Why aren't you stopping him?" Jiang Shaoxu nudged Mu Nujiao, who had been standing there the whole time.
"What is there to stop? He isn't wrong, and he's being so mild about it." Mu Nujiao smiled.
Lu Yilin was the one who had something wrong with his head and