Chapter 14 Is there a full-body therapy here?
"Oh crap, you sure are cocky, kid! We're talking to you, why aren't you responding?" Huang Mao, standing nearby, said as he reached out to grab Han Qiwu.
Han Qiwu had already anticipated this. He stepped back to dodge and replied with a smile, "Oh, someone was talking to me? My bad, my bad, I really didn't notice."
Huang Mao felt something was off in those words, but he couldn't figure it out at the moment—after all, his brain hadn't been used in a while.
"Kid, you're pretty handsome, huh? Bet there's something wrong with your health. That's how it usually goes in novels," Red Hair chimed in from the side.
"I'm flattered, flattered. Sorry to disappoint you," Han Qiwu said courteously.
"Cut the nonsense. You trying to chase Hu Qi, huh?" Huang Mao kicked a small stool to the side, thinking he looked imposing.
"Does your foot hurt?" Han Qiwu asked with genuine concern. That was an iron stool, after all.
Huang Mao cursed internally, "Of course it hurts, damn it. This stool isn't like the ones at my house." Out loud, though, he kept up his tough act. "Don't change the subject with me! Drop that idea early, or we'll make sure you've got nowhere to turn!"
"Are you planning to steal my shoes?"
Han Qiwu suddenly found it a bit funny but held back from laughing out loud.
Why ruin the atmosphere?