There's no way he'd crawl under someone else's crotch. "Get lost!"
"Pretty boy, you don't know how to take a hint."
Yu Haoming retorted, "Ugly bastard, you're both ugly and smelly. Get away from me, seeing you pisses me off."
"How dare you insult me? You don't want to stick around here anymore? Take a good look at yourself, no boss would be dumb enough to hire a freak like you."
Yu Haoming's demands for work conditions were infamous at Caged House. Everyone couldn't stand him, how could someone so poor be so confident?
Find a decent job, save up some money, and then you can live your dream life.
No one understood Yu Haoming's persistence; he just felt that if he conceded on such small conditions now, he'd have to concede more later. If he were good at writing or painting, he would've pursued those home-based careers long ago.
Both sides wouldn't give an inch verbally, ultimately resorting to fists. If there's a boss, naturally there are henchmen.
