"Li Ba, don't get too full of yourself, it's still uncertain who will end up lying on the bed! Don't slap your own face later!"
Ye Xiaofei snorted disdainfully and, with a flicker in his eyes, hatched a plan and chuckled, "Li Ba, fighting like this isn't going to solve anything, how about we spice things up a bit? If you lose, how about you give me that Jeep of yours?"
Li Ba sneered, "Country bumpkin, you're already eyeing my Jeep worth over a million yuan even before we've started? You think you can handle that? Don't choke yourself. Besides, even if I agreed, what's your stake? Not to ridicule you, but what else do you own of any value besides those hundred-plus pounds of yours? Something that I'd actually be interested in? Heh, how ridiculous."
Ye Xiaofei felt some embarrassment, being called a country bumpkin over and over; it was truly grating to the ears.
