"What can I do? It's your own fault for not being competitive enough to achieve good results. You even have the nerve to speak. It's one thing to not surpass Jiaojiao, but how could you not even surpass Ruan Lei? Do you still have the face to ask me what to do?"
"…" Ruan Lei, who was metaphorically shot while lying down, felt like these words sounded like a compliment, but somehow it just felt a bit off to him.
"I didn't mean that. I meant, if you go to the provincial capital tomorrow, who's going to take care of the cooking for dad, brother, and me?"
"Don't you guys have hands or feet? Can't you cook for yourselves? Should I always be the one to serve you?"
"…" Lu Zishu, who sees Zhao Li firing away mercilessly and becoming even more incensed, clenched his lips. Wasn't it enough that he stopped talking?
