"It's true what they say: people who've eaten their fill don't know the pain of hunger."
This inappropriate analogy almost choked Lord Quan the Fourth. His hand holding the cigarette trembled a few times as he coughed and laughed hard, nearly bringing him to tears.
"You're still hungry? In my eyes, you just overate in the past few years, and now it's time to rest your stomach, live a solitary life, and experience the common people's suffering!"
"Lord Quan the Fourth—!"
Wu Qing stood up, teeth gritted with rage, and smashed a fancy calendar onto his chest.
"Are you fucking with me on purpose? Aren't you?!"
"Let's just say I am!"
