"You're still laughing? Xingxing, you really find this funny? Let me tell you, Xingxing, there's no way I can coexist with that bastard. From now on, either he goes or I go..."
Lu Xing on the other end of the phone, listening to Chen Enci's breathless rant, started laughing so hard that he began crying: "Jesus, what a clusterfuck. I'm starting to sympathize a little with Qin Jie..."
Chen Enci, having talked himself hoarse, opened a bottle of water and took a few gulps. Upon hearing what Lu Xing said, he choked on his water: "Cough...cough...Xingxing, what did you say? You've actually started to sympathize with that bastard?"
