Especially Ding Qin, Ding Lan, and Ding Jianguo looked rather awkward.
Just then, Ding Xingteng shot to his feet. Pointing at Zhao Dong, his face contorted with humiliated rage, he roared, "You... what nonsense are you spouting? Zhao Dong, get out of here! Stop spouting your crap!"
Zhao Dong offered a half-smile. "Uncle Ding, I have a prescription that can guarantee you'll be full of vim and vigor. Interested?"
"Get lost! You're full of it! I'm perfectly fine, so get out right now! Scram!" Ding Xingteng was so furious he felt his lungs might explode. Bringing this up at the dinner table was social suicide! It was a man's greatest pride, and Zhao Dong had just shattered it.
Ding Qin sneered from the side. "Zhao Dong, you're really getting addicted to this act today, aren't you? You dare slander my brother? If you've got the guts, why don't you tell me what's wrong with my body?"
