And Yan Yuexian, completely oblivious to how her words had offended two people, suddenly jumped out and pointed at Xia Weibao's nose, screaming.
"You little thief, how shameless to even make off with a lunch box!"
"Yan Yuexian, you really should raise more pigs—after slaughtering them, you can eat their brains to benefit your own."
Does this person have a problem with their thought process?
Damn, is your lunch box inlaid with gold or plated with silver? I'd have to be sick to steal a lunch box in broad daylight!
"What do you mean by that, huh, Xia Weibao, saying you didn't come to steal my pigs. They're still so little, and you already want to slaughter them? How can there be someone as cruel as you in this world!"
Xia Weibao stood there, dumbfounded—the IQ level here is truly touching.
Can't she tell I'm calling her brainless?
"You don't have much of a chest either."
Xia Weibao suddenly uttered the sentence faintly, leaving Yan Yuexian perplexed.
