"Rubbish! Did you discuss with me before borrowing my Holy Dragon Sword Robe? It's clearly theft!" Old Man Gong cursed angrily.
"How can you call it theft? It's not the first time I've borrowed your robe, and I've returned it each time. Have you ever seen a thief return what they've stolen?" Fatty Feng retorted, enraged, standing up and growling.
"How dare you! Two hundred years ago, you stole my sword robe to sneak into girls' homes, causing chaos at Long Yan Academy; a hundred years ago, you stole my sword robe and did it again, causing all the female disciples to be on high alert. This time, you stole my sword robe, and you again did that shameful thing.
Your age is no excuse; shouldn't you care a bit about your reputation? My reputation is about to be ruined!" Gong Hongru jumped up and down in anger as he spoke.
Han Yan realized the Fatty is a repeat offender. No wonder even the consistently calm Gong Hongru was so furious; having such a troublesome friend is truly a bane.
