Luo Yunzhu got into the carriage and sat next to Feng Tianlan. "Tianlan, what were you talking to that piece of sh*t about?"
"Sh*t?" Feng Tianlan raised an eyebrow before she realized Yunzhu's meaning and laughed. "You mean Si Rong?"
"Don't you think he's so stinky, but, somehow, he still thinks he's fragrant?" Luo Yunzhu started fanning the carriage interior with her hands, as if Si Rong had left behind an unbearably awful smell.
Her exaggerated reaction made Feng Tianlan laugh. "That's exactly it." Yunzhu had expressed it perfectly.
"So, what were you talking to him about? Don't tell me that you feel bad for him, and you're really going to pick up this piece of sh*t? I tell you now, if you pick up this sh*t, I'll cut your hand off." Luo Yunzhu pretended that her hand was an axe and threatened Feng Tianlan with it.
"Why cut my hand off?" Feng Tianlan was confused.
