Yang Huaijun wasn’t about to give up that easily- he understood perfectly well the calibre of the man before him- there was no way a man he worshipped would just expose himself under a simple prod like that.
“I say, Song! I can handle you being an idiot, but why’s your captain the same as you?!” His face had been seen, and there was no point in hiding anymore. Lin Yi lifted his head up. “Honestly, you guys must be under stress from all the work you do, you really need to get some therapy, relax yourself a bit or something!”
“Why do you lie?” Lin Yi’s insults were at the absolute least of his concerns- his arms flashed up in a flash of passion, gripping onto Lin Yi’s shoulders and shaking him violently. “I’m Hound, Hound! Don’t you remember me?!”
