"Pfft!"
"Haitang, what are you laughing at?"
"Cough! It's nothing."
Lin Haitang quickly hid her smile and turned her head away.
Yan Weiwei gave Lin Haitang a suspicious look and then glanced at Meng Lang, who was muttering to himself in front of her.
"What's this about 'not dwelling on the past, not fearing the future'? Are you two playing some kind of guessing game?"
"Yeah, the meaning of this guessing game is... you're too heavy! I told you to stop eating so much!"
"What?! I'm heavy? You really think I won't hit you with a 'thousand-pound drop' right now?" Yan Weiwei glared with wide eyes.
"A mere Light Force peak Martial Artist, acting like you can defy gravity."
"Just Pseudo-Force for me; you think you can do better?"
"Of course, like... do you see how many chicks are there?"
"You..."
"You can't, right? Hehe!"
"You're full of it! There aren't even any chicks in that nest!"
