He had thought through so much in his head that he couldn't persist in his stubbornness any longer.
But his pride and temper wouldn't back down.
With his fists clenched, he practically squeezed out a sentence through his gritted teeth.
"Lu Yiyu, you've got guts."
Upon hearing this,
Lu Yiyu turned his head and gave him a look, a seemingly carefree look with a hint of laughter in his eyes, but it didn't reach the depths of them, "You should know damn well if I've got guts or not."
Shi Tingbai's face turned even more sour, "Can you have some shame?"
"Drink up your congee."
Lu Yiyu forcefully dragged him to a table outside, pushed him into a chair, and made him sit down. All of these actions displayed his dominance.
While performing this series of actions, he smoothly took a cigarette from the box on the table, lit it with a lighter, then tossed the lighter onto the table, making a crisp sound. All his movements were fluid, without any pause or hesitation.
