The fat uncle stared in bewilderment, asking Bai Youwei, "What do you mean?"
Bai Youwei smiled, pointing to her leg, "I'm leg-disabled."
Then pointed at his head, "And, you are brain--disabled."
...
The air seemed to freeze for two seconds.
The fat uncle fumed, "How dare you insult me?!"
Bai Youwei smirked, "It took you two seconds to realise you've been insulted. Clearly, your brain isn't the sharpest tool in the shed."
"Damn it!" The fat uncle rolled up his sleeves, "You insolent little girl, I'll teach you a lesson!"
Shen Mo and Tan Xiao stepped in front of Bai Youwei, while Master Chang cautiously moved the wheelchair back a bit.
Meanwhile, the fat man's companion was holding him back.
"Lun Ang, let it go." The man frowned at the sight of Shen Mo and his group, his voice very low, "Let's not complicate things, just take the exchanged items and go."
