"Come here you stinky brat!" yelled prime minister, brandishing his shoes as if it were a fierce weapon. His running had an obvious limp to it as he was running without one shoe on.
And it wasn't like prime minister Bai was a young man.
He was grey, old, rotting, half way in the door to death. Even his running was more like speed walking minus the speed. Limp walking. He was so out of breath that it was hard to consider what he was doing as running.
"Why are you chasing me!" yelled Song Yongrui in desperation.
He was extremely confused as to why prime minister Bai was chasing him around. Anyone would be. There was no context to him being chased around so it was rather absurd.
From Song Yongrui's point of view, all he had done was enter the room to try to talk with prime minister Bai. Perhaps that was his first mistake. Bai Jingfei had told him not to go talk to prime minister Bai alone before. He should've listened to her.
