"You are not allowed to insult him like that."
"Fine, I won't piss you off. Once I recover, he's as good as dead." Feng Liyan chewed his food fiercely.
"Hmph, you criticize me, but you're no better. And Xiaobai, looking all gray, and still calling yourself Xiaobai." Wen Xiao'ai retorted.
"Hey you brat, watch how you talk. Who's all gray? The great Medicine King here is very much white. And my Xiaobai sounds way better than that jerk Jun Moyan's taste."
"Feng Liyan, you've changed. You've become bad-tempered, not graceful at all. You used to say getting angry makes you old and ugly."
"Would you still be graceful after being grabbed by the neck, tossed out like trash, slapped like a ball, and then kicked out the door? Could you not be mad?" Feng Liyan thought about it and wished he could skin Jun Moyan alive.
All the humiliation Feng Liyan experienced in his life was at the hands of Jun Moyan.
"I said he didn't do it on purpose. Jun Moyan was protecting me."
