Tang Si listened to these words, his expression unchanged, as if he was already accustomed to it all.
He had heard such filthy language countless times before, even more venomous than this.
His expression was calm, not even putting these words to heart, maybe he didn't even listen to them.
"Did you hear what I'm saying?"
"I heard." Tang Si: "You called me a sickly person, said I'm getting my comeuppance."
"But I'm sorry, just because you say so, doesn't make it true." Tang Si looked at them: "If you've come to claim my life today, go ahead, if you have the ability, kill me now."
He spoke slowly and deliberately: "If not, wait for me to repay you kindly."
Tang Si was not a frail, ordinary man.
He had the calm demeanor of someone who had experienced much and had a more mature mind.
He knew clearly, some words were just worth hearing, not taking to heart, otherwise, he would have died of heartbreak long ago.
