Yu Jingting stood behind Li Youcai, listening to him hum and haw in a near-death tone, it was unbearable.
He shouted with a full breath, giving Li Youcai a start.
"Li Youcai, what's wrong with your glasses? How could such a big accountant still use broken glasses mended with transparent tape?"
Li Youcai wanted to strangle Yu Jingting. He had planned to muddle through with a self-criticism while keeping his name out of it, but Yu Jingting's shout made his issue known to the whole village.
The glasses Li Youcai is wearing now are his second pair, they got broken when a sack was thrown at him. He was short of money for a new pair, so he could only use tape to fix it and wore it only when he needed to read books or documents.
He dared not wear it in front of young girls and young women, fearing it would damage his face.
Yu Jingting was too bad, insidiously poking at Li Youcai's sore spot.
