"I don’t need your fake kindness. This old man can scoop the soup by myself." Mr. Ma didn’t accept Yuan Zhou’s kindness.
"I know. But your hands can’t work normally now, can they?" said Yuan Zhou bluntly.
"Fu*k off," Mr. Ma instantly became expressionless and then he said peacefully. Yuan Zhou’s words had touched his sore spot.
"One moment. Let’s first finish my breakfast," said Yuan Zhou indifferently. He was now more confident about his previous speculation.
"Are you here to pretend to be pathetic? With the sappanwood on your face?" Mr. Ma appeared to get really angry and hence spoke without thinking.
"No, no. They look nice," Yuan Zhou gulped down a mouthful of soup and said naturally.
"In my opinion, you are just trying to gain sympathy with that trick," Mr. Ma insisted.
"If you insist on that, just think that way." Yuan Zhou didn’t retort him and just answered quietly. Meanwhile, he didn’t slow down the hand actions and continued to eat the soup in the bowl.
