Jiang Nan stared at the untouched food on his plate, looking confusedly at Dan Tingye.
"..."
Dan Tingye was stuck between exhaling and inhaling, glaring at him fiercely, and asked, "Do you know how pigs die?"
"..."
"From stupidity."
"..."
"Just like you."
"..."!!!
Jiang Nan was dumbfounded for a few seconds, finally coming to his senses, covering his mouth in disbelief, pointing at Dan Tingye's serious face, "Brother, you're insulting me!"
"I'm certain I want more than just to insult right now, I actually want to hit you. Want to keep yammering and find out?" Dan Tingye stared at his finger, his voice soft yet intimidating.
Jiang Nan's finger suddenly shrank back, hurriedly retreating behind Meimei, "It's too dangerous here, Jiang Nan will take you away."
"Jiang Nan, don't be afraid. Tingye is just joking with you; he won't really hit you." Meimei chuckled, put down the ointment, stood up from the floor, and comforted Jiang Nan with a smile.
