"Heh." Feng Kui scoffed as he stared at Rong Qi with a sinister look.
Feng Kui's face, which was full of muscles, squeezed out a cold smile and said, "Alright, go ahead, tell Ye Nanshen. I bet that if he finds out, you'll be the first to die. I don't believe that Ye Nanshen can endure this insult. Besides, do you think I'm afraid of him? Bah! He's just a cripple who's about to die. He can't even do the most basic thing a man can do. Even if I touch you, what can he do to me?"
Rong Qi narrowed her eyes and said, "Do you want to repeat what you just said?"
"I said, do you think I'm afraid of you? I said, even if I touch you, what can you do? Ye Nanshen was just a good-for-nothing with crippled legs. He was about to die! Hahaha, if I touch you, would he still be able to crawl out from his grave and take my life?"
"Ah!"
As soon as Feng Kui finished speaking, Rong Qi splashed the freshly brewed coffee on his ugly face.
