Li Chen never had a good temper to begin with.
If someone shows me an inch of respect, I might reluctantly give them an inch and a half. But if you're out to get me, then sorry.
I not only want to ride on your head and crap, but I also want to ask you for a tissue.
And right now, Du Zhiteng was in a state where Li Chen was 'asking for tissue'.
Previously, he put on too much of an act, to the point where his paw got chopped off and he had nothing to say, even being mocked by Li Chen's use of his name.
Watching Du Zhiteng clutch his severed arm with a sullen face, Li Chen shook his head somewhat helplessly: "It seems you and I have no father-son fate, forget it, forget it."
Clearly visible, the blood vessels and veins on Du Zhiteng's forehead bulged under his almost transparent skin.
This guy's mouth is really vicious!
