Qi Baoshan scrambled to his feet, shook his layers of fat, and put on an expression of righteous indignation.
*Your character? Good grief, your skin is so thick it could double as a shield—what character could you possibly have?*
Too lazy to waste time arguing with the oversized fatty, Chu Ying looked past him, scanning Young Master Yinshuang and Wanyan Jie, the corners of his mouth curving upward.
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