"You can go die with that pig's elbow of yours."
Zhou Li looked at the sobbing Tang Wan, uttering the most disdainful voice she could muster, "I hope you choke on it, you bitch."
"That's fine with me."
Tang Wan instantly calmed down.
For someone like Tang Wan, whose dream was to eat pig's elbow until death, the more sophisticated Zhou Li, who preferred to die eating the finer pork knuckles, felt a sense of deep contempt.
Broke-ass, no imagination.
"Hang on, that's not right."
At this moment, Tang Wan suddenly realized that they were definitely attacked, but the problem was she neither knew who did it nor how it got resolved. There they stood, utterly clueless and grounded.
What the hell's going on?
"ber"
Tang Wan said a monosyllabic word comprised of two characters, confusedly asking: "Old Zhou, what's happening?"
