Yan Huan nodded in agreement,
"Yeah, if Sister Tong gets scolded by your mom, you'd just keep hearing 'losing, losing, losing', endlessly saying 'lose'. If it's not losing one thing, it's losing another..."
"...Do you believe I can zap you to death?"
Tong Yingying, with a stern face, raised the stun gun she was holding, while Yan Huan quickly put on a smile and raised her hands in surrender, also handing back the cigarette she had taken,
"Nevermind, I'm almost worked to death by her already, and after it's all over, I still have to be zapped by Sister Tong... Here, take it back, if you still want to smoke it."
Tong Yingying, who had originally turned her head away, heard that what Yan Huan was busy with was "tiring" rather than "pleasing", and she turned her head back with a bit of schadenfreude.
But she didn't take the cigarette he handed over, instead she suddenly said,
"I want to eat pudding."
"Make it yourself."
