Wei Zhiqian was enraged. "What the f*ck, Han Zhuoling! Control your younger brother! You punk, have you even reached puberty? You dare say I don't cut it!"
Han Zhuoling gave him a plain look and said, "Why are you bullying my younger brother? Didn't you say it yourself, that you don't?"
Wei Zhiqian was exasperated. "I mean that my fitness isn't as good as Xiao Cai's, not that I don't make the cut."
"A man's fitness is very important," Han Zhuoling said with a very straight face. "You don't need to last until dawn, but you can't be weaker than others."
Wei Zhiqian felt really aggrieved. He felt that this label of him not being able to last would never be removed from him.
He was really bad at talking just then. Of all the things he could have said, he had to say that his fitness could not make the cut.
And let these bunch of people latch onto that phrase and use it to smear him.
Even that usually serious Han Zhuoling didn't let him off!
