"It kept grumbling 'It hurts so much,' 'I want your hand,' and the like, buzzing incessantly in Lin Yi's ears like flies, making his cochlea tingle and anger gradually rise."
Soon, the irritation in his heart surged like a tide, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on the edge of the tray.
"Old Lin," Tian Bufan called out to him, "we're just waiting for you."
Lin Yi was slightly taken aback, suddenly realizing that Tian Bufan and the others hadn't set down their trays; they were all waiting for him.
Realizing this, the anger that had surged in his heart was instantly overwhelmed by rationality.
"I'm coming," he replied, quickly joining the others.
Only at this moment did he notice that Wei Shan's body had been tense all along, and although Wei Shan wasn't looking at the green Pocket Chef, his head was subtly tilted towards the side where the Pocket Chef was.
