"Hey, beauty! I'm calling you, are you deaf?" Lei Laowu is an impatient person, and whenever things aren't to his liking, he starts cursing. Clearly, Tan Xianglan's attitude wasn't sitting well with him.
"Oh, I don't like talking to you, so I don't feel like paying attention to you. What, is that not allowed?"
Despite not wanting to cause trouble, Tan Xianglan has a deep-rooted aversion to evil in her bones. Seeing Lei Laowu being so aggressive, she was finding it hard to tolerate.
"Huh? Who's this? You seem to be sitting in my spot."
Chen Tianlong could easily tell it was Lei Laowu. Holding two bowls of rice in his hands, he saw Lei Laowu shamelessly clinging to his seat and got a bit angry.
"Sitting wrong? There's never a mistake in my dictionary," Lei Laowu said arrogantly.
