"So, what is Zhang's Tragedy?"
Zhou Li raised his head and asked solemnly.
"You don't know?"
Tang Wan, astonished, said, "Then what were you feeling guilty about just now?"
"Well, I didn't know."
Zhou Li spread his hands, an innocent look on his face, and said, "Isn't it just that the atmosphere called for a little guilt? It's quite alright."
"Oh."
Tang Wan nodded her head, then turned to Zhu Qianyun with a serious expression and asked, "So what is Zhang's Tragedy?"
A minute later, watching Tang Wan being whipped with a copper-tipped belt like a spinning top, Zhu Qianyun held her forehead and sighed heavily, not knowing what to say.
Tang Wan's sense of humor was inherited from Zhou Li, mainly manifesting in being mouthy and asking for a beating. But Tang Wan excelled in one aspect—she always managed to combine the shortcomings of many.
