Hirvan glanced at Lu Hanbing's smug face and felt the sudden urge for a cigarette.
'This jerk! Just when I start softening toward him, he finds a way to get on my nerves and ruin it! Why would he show me in that state to Elian?!'
He slumped into the large, plush armchair in the study, feeling exhausted.
"Give me a cigarette," he muttered.
"No!" Fu Yan immediately refused.
"You already smoked a whole pack yesterday! Are you trying to shorten your life?"
Hirvan sighed.
"So how am I supposed to deal with him? I've already beaten him up in my head in 360 different ways and it did not calm me down."
Fu Yan rolled up his sleeves.
"Don't worry, I'm here. I'll take care of it for you."
Lu Hanbing smirked.
"Go ahead, I've got some pent-up frustration I wouldn't mind releasing on you!"
Hirvan flinched, noticing both of them gearing up for a fight.
