"Brother Wang, should we stop this..."
Zeng Ziang couldn't bear to see Lin Li being beaten and scolded like this, and was ready to call for help.
"Huh?" Wang Baiyu, who was sitting with his legs crossed and munching on snacks, responded with confusion when he heard Zeng Ziang's voice.
"...Never mind." Zeng Ziang quietly swallowed his words.
Go up alone?
Zeng Ziang didn't dare.
He was afraid of getting pig grease on himself; that stuff is really hard to wash off.
Since it had come to this, he might as well continue to watch the spectacle. Besides, Lin Li seemed pretty composed.
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't throw things! What's going on?! Don't fight!"
But finally, someone stood up—a returning Fu Miao, back from the restroom.
When she saw this scene from outside the door, it felt like the sky had fallen.
"He's been insulting me all this time!" With the sudden appearance of a third party, an out-of-breath Fang Yu pointed at Lin Li and roared, having exhausted what she could throw.
