Du Chunzhi had no intention of wasting words on him and slammed the door shut with a bang. Song Zhenqing jumped up and down with rage. "Who acts like you? You're completely heartless and ungrateful!"
With a sharp thud, a small flying dart came soaring out from the courtyard, grazing the top of Song Zhenqing's head. Snap—his hairpin broke, and the little dart embedded itself into the tree trunk behind him, its tail still vibrating continuously.
Song Zhenqing's hair suddenly came loose, and he hurriedly clutched his head with both hands. Then, Zhao Laoliu's voice rang out from the workshop, "A scholar with unkempt hair, lacking proper demeanor and conduct—how vulgar, truly vulgar."
Chapter 98