Chen Zhao sat on the side to wait. He took a sip of his drink and ate his hamburger.
The couple was arguing with no sign of stopping, but it was clear that Ethan was at a disadvantage. Caprice was defeating Ethan in all aspects. The swears spewing out of her mouth were practically textbook-material.
"Is this how humans argue?" Beelzebub squatted before Chen Zhao, watching the two with interest. "Seeing you humans argue, I suddenly feel like my arguments with Raymond and Carrie are too immature."
"You know why I never ate dinner before getting in bed with you? Because I was afraid I'd waste my dinner after seeing your body!"
"You think I'm willing to get into bed with you? I'd rather spend $20 and get a wh*re off the road. At least I won't need to pay for birth control."
Chen Zhao felt helpless.
"At least they can make me orgasm. Can you?"
"You should go to Hell, you sl*t."
"If I go to Hell, I'll definitely drag you with me."
