Before Liao Ming could speak, his expression darkened at Zhao Xun's preemptive taunt.
"You're a prisoner now. What right do you have to criticize me?" He looked at Zhao Xun with contempt. "You say I'm someone else's dog, but you're not even worth as much as a dog."
Zhao Xun scoffed. "Did you spend what little intelligence you had on sucking up to him? You can't even understand something this obvious."
"What are you talking about?" Liao Ming frowned, his displeasure plain on his face. "If you have something to say, say it. Stop beating around the bush."
Zhao Xun stood and walked up to Liao Ming. "You only came here to tell me how well you eat and dress, unlike me, starving and locked up as punishment. But I know perfectly well that you only look like you're doing well. Being a dog bought you a little superficial comfort, but in reality, you aren't half as free as this prisoner."
Here, Zhao Xun deliberately paused and gave him an openly mocking smile. "Have you been a dog for so long that you think everyone wants to be one?"
Liao Ming was so furious he laughed. "At least I get to enjoy myself sometimes! What about you? You've missed several meals in a row. Keep this up for a few more days and you'll starve to death. What are you so smug about?"
"I only told you a few truths. Why would you think I'm being smug?" Zhao Xun took another step toward Liao Ming, looking at his face through the cage. "Don't be so fragile and sensitive."
Liao Ming choked on his words, anger immediately welling up inside him.
"You look ridiculous right now!" he immediately shot back. "Locked in a birdcage like this, you're worse off than a