Ye Lingchen chuckled. "That's how it is."
Little Yueyue was pissed. "What's wrong with me? Did I offend you?"
Ye Lingchen felt helpless, quickly changing his tone. "You're fine. You're fine."
Little Yueyue turned agitated. "Stop talking about that!"
Ye Lingchen then pointed at Little Yueyue. "You're the fool, right? Fatty!"
Little Yueyue, "What about it?"
Ye Lingchen, "Stand over here and place your tummy on the table. It'll be more comfortable."
The audience burst into another fit of laughter.
Little Yueyue almost vomited blood. "Which of your eyes saw me placing it on the table?"
Ye Lingchen stared at him. "Go backward."
Little Yueyue was unhappy as he backed off. "What's wrong with going backward?"
Ye Lingchen then sighed. "You see, it's slanted."
Little Yueyue, "I'm just a little heavier set."