It's like the gamey smell on mutton is strong, but someone has to endure that smell to enjoy succulent roast leg of lamb on their dining table, right? It seems like both humans and animals have but one life... that's actually pretty fair."
Chen Yiwen gave a serious analogy.
"Chen, are you freaking nuts? Talking about putting it on a dining table, you don't actually want to eat that guy, do you?"
"Sometimes the truth is just that cruel. Haven't you read 'Diary of a Madman'? If you flip through history books, aren't they all filled with skewed records of cannibalism?" Chen Yiwen said, tilting his head disdainfully.
"Wow, big star, learned how to argue, have you? I can't be bothered with you, I'm out."
"Hey, where are you going? Weren't we going to have lunch together?"
"Not anymore, just thinking about that smell makes me lose my appetite. Go invite your foreign friends to eat."
After leaving the library, Deng Tingting walked away without looking back.
