Yi Lin fell silent for a moment.
Suddenly he laughed, "If you don't come down, I'm leaving, okay?"
Mo Ren Di: "..."
He appeared extremely speechless and conflicted.
Coming down didn't seem right, but not coming down was also a problem.
Several seconds later, Mo Ren Di blew his mustache and glared, "Little Bastard, you better not throw any more banana peels!"
Oh?
It looked like there really was something that could handle Mo Ren Di—was he truly afraid of this?
Yi Lin wouldn't agree, "If I don't throw banana peels, should I let you beat me for nothing? Am I stupid?"
It seems—
That made a lot of sense!
Logically, there was nothing wrong with it.
If not for those weird banana peels, Mo Ren Di could punch whoever he wanted, however he wanted.
But not to punch... would leave me feeling quite uncomfortable!
Mo Ren Di, with two fingers pinching onto the ceiling, had mysteriously fallen into a strange dilemma.
Moreover.
Mo Ren Di seemed to also realize.
