“Did you hear it?”
“I heard it.”
Feng Yin answered calmly, looking at the man and saying, “Protect yourself and take care of others.”
The man clenched his fists, and the rage in his eyes gradually arose.
“I advise you not to think about it. First, you can’t beat me. Second, the idea of revenge on society is too extreme. The national prison rice is not that delicious.”
The man’s mind was guessed, and the bulging anger broke with a sound of thrust. He squatted down with his head weakly.
“You don’t understand! You don’t understand!”
“I don’t understand.”
Feng Yin’s truth made the man squatting on the ground not know how to continue talking.
“You-can’t you comfort me?”
Feng Yin said disgustedly: “I don’t know you, why should I comfort you? Do you give me money or do you care about my food and drink? What are the beautiful things you think about every day.”
The man squatting on the ground was amused by Feng Yin’s words, and then cried while laughing.
“You are the first person to talk to me like this.”
Feng Yin took a step back even more disgustedly, looked at the man and said, “This strong domineering presidential style…”
The man laughed louder. “Do you know? When others know that I may have this disease, they mostly dislike it secretly. They said it doesn’t matter to me on the surface, but in fact they don’t even want to stand close to me.” “You are so swaying and disgusting, it’s been a long time since you have been.”
Feng Yin looked at the man with a strange expression.
“I didn’t expect that you still have the habit of being abused.”
It was probably because I was chatting with Feng Yin and the man told Feng Yin the reason for his illness.
“I like men.”
“Oh.”
The man thought he threw down a bombshell, but in the end he got one.
“Aren’t you surprised?”
Feng Yin rolled his eyes and said, “What era is it.”