The rain poured down, lightning flashed, and thunder roared deafeningly.
Mo Shangjun stood erect, silently observing the distorted face of Bai Peng in front of her.
For a moment, her brows knitted lightly before spreading smoothly again.
When someone is prejudiced against you and convinced that you cannot accomplish something, no amount of explanation or argument is useful.
Furthermore, fussing over such an issue is not only meaningless but also extremely dull.
"What a joke, constructing a shelter is considered an achievement?" Xiang Yongming took a few steps forward, disputingly unwilling to accept what Bai Peng said, "Only someone as incompetent and narrow-minded as you would regard arriving early and building a shelter as an honor."
"Heh, guess I am narrow-minded then," Bai Peng sneered coldly, "But what does it say about you if you didn't do it yourself and yet forcefully claim the credit? Isn't that shameless?"
