With a flick of He Xinyi's wrist, the ash from half a cigarette drifted down, settling all over a piece of grilled meat.
Qin Fan just smiled indifferently and looked up at He Xinyi. Before he could say a word, He Xinyi sneered, "What are you looking at? Got a problem?"
"Lick the ash clean," Qin Fan said calmly.
"Did I hear you right? What did you say?" He Xinyi feigned shock, widening his eyes and making a show of cleaning out his ear. His voice dripped with sarcasm.
"You heard me. I said to lick the ash clean. You have three seconds to decide." Qin Fan maintained his cool, easygoing smile, but he set down his grilling tongs. Clapping his hands clean, he met He Xinyi's gaze with a grin.
"Qin Fan! Do you have any fucking idea who you're talking to? Do you really think acting like a lunatic at Qi Middle School a few times means you can do whatever you want?" Unable to stand Qin Fan's imperturbable calm any longer, He Xinyi finally snapped, roaring in fury.
