Fu Yanlin didn't sleep all night, yet he climbed walls indoors with Song Yu'en and was bursting with vitality.
Exhausted, Song Yu'en collapsed onto the wooden floor, questioning his life: Why on earth did he become friends with this awful Fu Yanlin?
What had he gained from their years of brotherhood?
Pure endless torment and humiliation.
It's not too late to end this friendship now, is it?
Fu Yanlin undid the safety harness around his waist, grabbed a bottle of San Pellegrino from the shelf, kicked Song Yu'en's thighs, and said, "Get up if you're not dead yet."
With eyes closed, Song Yu'en wailed, "What kind of beast are you? Huh? I've played with you all night! At least act like a human and let me rest a while! Are you eager for me to drop dead at your dinner, huh?"
They've been venting all night, but the anger hadn't dissipated from Fu Yanlin's heart.
Fu Yanlin asked, "Where's your phone?"
"On the table."
