Qingyang's face flushed red, "You're the fool, Qingyang is not a fool!"
Cici had said that he was just sick, the illness had not yet been cured, he was not a fool!
"Hah!" Luan Zhuimei laughed contemptuously, "Being such a fool, why would your family let you out to bite people randomly? Do you have any sense of social decency? What if you randomly attack people like those psychopaths on the news?"
Qingyang naturally couldn't outtalk her, his face turned bright red with anger, and his eyes brimmed with tears of grievance.
Ye Qingci pulled him behind her, frowning at Luan Zhuimei, "Miss, who exactly lacks social decency here? My brother didn't bother you, didn't provoke you, what gives you the right to insult him?"
"He didn't provoke me?" Luan Zhuimei raised an eyebrow, "Just now he clearly tried to snatch something from my hands, are you saying he didn't provoke me?"
