Raptor was crying loudly in the restaurant.
Fu Zhi squatted down to check on him, but Raptor thought Fu Zhi was going to stab him, so he screamed and shouted anxiously, "No! No! I'm going to die! I'm going to die!"
"Stop yelling," Fu Zhi hissed. "If you don't stop yelling now, the blood of the wound on your waist is going to dry up."
"If you don't mind me asking, what's that supposed to mean?" Raptor asked.
Ye Jiu scoffed and added, "She's asking you to stand up and take two steps if you're not injured."
Fu Zhi then led Raptor out of the restaurant.
Lu Yumo wiped his mouth with a paper towel and asked Song Fang, "Was the poem I recited not good enough? Why didn't she respond to it?"
Song Fang sighed. "Well, she's a writer. Maybe she's worried that we might overtake her and become the new literary giants."
