"Idiot, of course, I was treating you."
Ye Xiaofei looked at the youth with a smile, thinking how this kid was so young yet up to no good. If he let this youngster continue with his misbehavior, wouldn't society have another scumbag?
"What illness do I have?"
The young man furrowed his brow, not catching Ye Xiaofei's meaning. After all, he only had a broken arm, and it seemed there were no other injuries, so what was this guy getting at?
"Isn't being uncultured an illness? Is having no manners an illness?"
Ye Xiaofei scoffed disdainfully. This youngster didn't even know what was wrong with him? It was truly laughable—it was just like the saying: a crow on a pig's back sees only the pig's blackness, ignorant of its own.
"Screw you."
The young man snorted coldly. It was one thing to bully kindergarten kids or the elderly, but he really didn't dare to mess with people his own age.
