Shen Zhou wore a smile and extended his hand, still sticky with the squashed mosquito, and said in surprise, "Doctor, are you saying I lack manners? If that's what you think, there's nothing I can do about it."
"Don't worry, I won't contradict you."
"After all, if a person takes another's rudeness to heart, that's the real sign they lack manners."
Yi Zhongtian was driven even crazier.
Is he saying I'm the one without manners?
Shen Zhou continued waving his hand as he explained, "Doctor, look at the mosquito on my palm. I swatted it from your face, so don't you think you owe me some responsibility?"
"Does anybody have a tissue? I need to wipe my hand."
Yi Zhongtian took a deep breath, holding back his anger, and said coldly, "No."
Shen Zhou withdrew his hand somewhat innocently, "No need to be so fierce if you don't have one, you're a grown man after all; you should be magnanimous. You don't look like someone who is."
