Zhao Rong walked over, took off his padded cotton hat, and handed it to Lili beside him. "Here, take this," he said. "It may be cold, but this hat really does the trick." With that, he glanced at the shivering Achilles and his two lackeys, then snorted.
Seeing Zhao Rong in his warm hat and Canada Goose down jacket, Achilles was filled with envy and jealousy. Snot dripped from his frozen nose. "Zhao Rong, now that you're here, what are we waiting for?" he said, his voice trembling. "Come and meet your doom."
Zhao Rong looked at Achilles, who was shaking uncontrollably after being out in the cold all night. He accepted a cup of hot tea from Yu Lan and said, "Hold your horses, pal. Let me finish this tea, then we can talk."
With that, Zhao Rong began slurping the hot beverage. Watching him, Achilles and his two shivering lackeys practically drooled with envy.
