Upon hearing Bai Wei's voice, Ulu immediately shot up like a spring, his previously blank expression replaced with one of tension.
Bai Wei had been silent for such a long time that Ulu had almost forgotten his presence.
"Vi-Visas, Sir," he attempted to shake off the emotion in his heart and refocused his attention. "What, what were you just saying?"
Bai Wei let out a light "heh," not minding to repeat himself, in fact, he was quite willing: "I'm asking, what are you afraid of?"
"Afraid? How could that be possible?" Ulu's first instinct was denial. "He's just a little brat; why would I be afraid of him?"
"Oh? Is that so?"
Bai Wei certainly wasn't going to let him off at this time. He straightened his own body, and then Ulu was forced to watch as his left hand was led right in front of his eyes by that distinctive middle finger, compelling him to make eye contact with it.
